This is the shrine of St. Vincent de Paul in Paris. He looks extremely lifelike but that is because his bones are covered with a generous layer of wax.
It’s his expression that fascinates me. What is the secret of his deep contentment? Has he just seen God and all his angels waiting for him at the Gates of Heaven? Is he thinking of something delicious: chocolate, fresh truffles or some forbidden sexual delight?
Click the photograph to enlarge it and tell me what you think.