écrasez l'infâme!

I have just returned from spending a grievous 4 days in Paris, a city I have known and loved since I first went there at the age of seventeen. Of my visit, more later.

I had read about the kind of aesthetic vandalism favoured by the sons and daughters of Clemenceau, Foch, and de Gaulle, but nothing prepared me for the piece of idiocy below, on the ceiling of a beautiful gallery in the Louvre, by the appropriately inelegantly named Cy Twombly (male). The comment which springs to mind is Voltaire's "écrasez l'infâme!" but the miscreant is apparently already dead and beyond retribution. 

I must therefore be content with "O tempora O mores!" to which I add, "A pox on't".