Have you ever noticed how in some museum they scatter art outside of the main galleries? I have a sort of tenderness for these pieces that end up in that corridor that leads nowhere, behind those stairs that no one uses or in that hallway that's a little too big. It's that moment when curators turn into decorators, or even housewives: their job suddenly becomes to liven up that forgotten corner. I personally think that my entrance would be greatly improved by the splendid Hommage à Jean Goujon by French sculptor Alfred Janniot. That's probably what they thought too.