Museum keepers are not flower pots but casually part of the decor.
Living pictures.
We pass in front of canvases, we stroll in front of sculptures, we stop there or not, it depends.
Always, the author of these lines was interested, intrigued by the guards.
Are they bored sitting in their chair?
Wandering around, chugging along, in the rooms?
He remembers
Tintin
, the first page of
L'Oreille cassée
.
There was a guard there all dressed in green in an archeology museum who dusted and hummed a few statuettes:
"Toreador in ga-aa-arde!"
Toreador, Toreador and tralala-la-la… ”
And then, suddenly, he realizes the theft of an arumbaya fetish.
There is a whole imagination around the museum keeper.
Unfortunately, we have renamed them, we now call them reception or surveillance agents, it is more correct, it is less poetic.
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Antoine, 50, has a master's degree in literature.
He entered the Musée d'Orsay in June 2001. For nothing in the world would exchange
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