Mona Lisa Smile ✪ ❲BEST❳

Lisa paused. The gallery held its breath.

A snort came from the far wall. Théodore Géricault’s Raft of the Medusa —a tangle of desperate, dying men—could not help itself. “Solve you? They don’t even look at us. They shuffle past my dead and my dying to squint at your eyebrow.” Mona Lisa Smile

Veronese’s Christ, mid-miracle, paused his wine-turning. “Pleasure. Beauty. A story.” Lisa paused

In the Salle des États, behind her bulletproof glass and climate-controlled casing, the Mona Lisa —Lisa del Giocondo to her friends, though she had none here—allowed her famous mouth to curl into its accustomed riddle. Tonight, however, the smile felt heavier. Not a question. A weight. Mona Lisa Smile