Ha ha, I bet I get a lot of extra pageviews from that title!
I've been thinking about the sheer number of naked ladies of Paris. Naked STONE ladies, that is. Most of them, oddly enough, were set in place at a time when good girls were covered from head to toe. I wonder how those girls felt as they walked around the stone nudities of Paris! I remember reading a funny book about two young American women arriving in Paris in 1920 on their college graduation trip [Our Hearts Were Young and Gay, by Cornelia Otis Skinner and Emily Kimbrough. A great read, with funny illustrations]. They were totally innocent about men, had been to an all-girls high school and then Bryn Mawr, and went around the Louvre gasping. Not all the statues had fig leaves.
Here's a random selection of voluptuous photos from around the city. You get the feeling the sculptors had fun.
