Today’s card takes us back to the Buttes-Chaumont. In this vintage view the Belvedere can be seen in the upper left. Aragon wrote about this view in “Paris Peasant” as follows.
“There in the front row of the grass, a naked man is running motionless towards the abyss. It is his complete indifference to the evening chill that makes one think he must be made of bronze. This makes it easier to comprehend how, through what mystery, man has always wedded his divine representations to the image of the human body. ~~~~~ And what will become of humanity on that fast-approaching day when the population of statues will have grown to such huge proportions in town and country alike that it will scarcely be possible to make one’s way along the streets choked with statues, across the fields of poses. ~~~~~ Humanity will perish from statuemania, that’s what.”