It has always been a point of conjecture whether the Mona Lisa Portraite is in fact the wife of Francesco del Giocondo. The proof of such a connection is whimsical at best, and it has been strongly debated that the portraite is of Leonardos much adored Henriettè DèOrsay who often tended to Leonardos house duties such as turning down his bed sheets and cooking him pan-base Pizza for breakfast. Apprently she was a close family friend before she worked exclusively for Leonardo - as she moved from house keeper to muse later in her tenancy. When Leonardos mother and father realised a growing love between the two, his father attempted to divide them by grounding Leoardo for a month, he was not allowed any gilato, and he was not allowed to ride his fathers horse for a couple of weeks.
The ethereal backround of the painting represents a mythical world of sorts, although Anton Jeè al notes that it is nothing special, and the smile of Henriettè's face is one of amusement as Leonardo had asked her to cook him a Crepè - a food of which she knew nothing of but insisted on having a go.
I have been to the Louve today and quite frankly the Mona Lisa is nothing to write home about. I mean it is so damn small and frankly it aint that interesting. On the other hand the Louvre itself is amazing. And I hate art, and even I enjoyed it. Im a little drunk at the moment so if my little blurb is below standard I apologise but its only going to get worse from here so if you are faint of heart don't continue to read.
Actually I am not going to write what I was about to. I am drunk, but not that drunk so I wont. Anyway, speak soon;
