You can see its flat head advancing toward some leafless trees that look like cauliflowers.

They are the sort of trees one comes upon in old Bibles, spare of foliage, thick and clumsy, bearing blossoms and fruit but no leaves; the symbolical, theological, and devout trees that are almost fantastical on account of their impossible ugliness.

A little further, Saint Christopher is carrying Jesus on his shoulders; Saint Antony is in his cell, which is built on a rock; a pig is retiring into its hole and shows only its hind-quarters and its corkscrew tail, while a rabbit is sticking its head out of its house.
Of course, it is all a little clumsy and the moulding is not faultless.
But there is so much life and movement about the figure and the animals, so much charm in the details, that one would give a great deal to be able to carry it away and take it home.
Inside of the Chateau, the insipid Empire style is reproduced in every apartment.

Almost every room is adorned with busts of Louis-Philippe and Madame Adelaide.

The present reigning family has a craze for being portrayed on canvas.