Poor Maître Jaques has to wear his armour even under the merciless summer sun.
I guess that at night, when nobody can see him, he gets down from his little pillar,
gets undressed and takes a quick refreshing bath into the fountain.
I see the evidence; the stone pavement is wet....




All the photos of this series, which should be considered a homogenous work, compose a visual description of my very personal idea of summer. Each photo is posted on the same day it’s taken, they have all square format.
You might see also the others, if you have time.