Since writing the previous piece, I have discovered that Goya did a painting of the sardine burial ceremony, and here it is. I leave you to spot the wee fishie.
No matter. When it comes to Goya, I prefer to contemplate the paired paintings, Maja vestida and Maja desnuda, which caused me many years back to stagger sobbing from the Prado. I am over it now, folks, but I still cannot think about those paintings without remembering how much in love he must have been with the beautiful Duchess.
Ah me! Love! I think I remember love too.
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