I recently stumbled upon what I thought was a — at least at first glance — quite good copy of the
Mona Lisa in a
Newcastle op shop. I inspected Mona further, wanting to know if she was for
sale, and if so for how much. An op shop
lady soon appeared to tell me she wasn't for sale and that she belonged to a
couple who were in the back of the shop looking for a suitable frame for this wondrous work. In no time at all I was talking to the rather excited couple who informed me that their Mona was a fibreglass coated tea
towel. I was astonished, and just a little bit impressed. Apparently they found thirty or so on a trash heap by the side of a road. Meanwhile the Prodigal Daughter above was on
Wellington's Cuba Street.
