The philosopher at the chairs around the fountain in the Tuileries Garden; I do call him the philosopher as he reminds me of my teachers so many years ago and I had just been reading up on how France schools (still) require their pupils to take an examination in philosophy. This examination consists not simply of a list of dry facts to learn by heart, which is good as we have Google for that, but requires you to argument coherently around questions like:
- Is truth preferable to peace?
- Does power exist without violence?
- Can one be right in spite of the facts?
I’m so glad I didn’t have to sit a similar exam, yet I’m very intrigued by it: Does having pondered this kind of questions explain why, when the Iraq war started, the French thought twice and weren’t fooled by the house of cards built by the USA and UK spy departments who, too eager to argue the case for war, made up intelligence that strengthened their cases and ignored everything else? History, already forgotten again, now tells us that the French didn’t end up with egg on their faces and a unnecessary large, crippling national debt which is a boon in these days. All these thoughts just from this one photo.
- Aperture: ƒ/8
- Camera: PENTAX 645NII
- Focal length: 75mm
- ISO: 100
- Shutter speed: 1/60s