I get it's historically incredible and it's a very well-done piece of art, but so are a lot of pieces of art in this place and they don't get guards and bulletproof glass.
"Turn around, love," Rhodes says behind me. I turn to see him holding his phone up, about to take a photo of me.
"No, don't!" I can't help but laugh as I reach for his phone, but Rhodes is persistent and too quick for me.
"Nope, it's a tradition. Everyone has to have a photo with the Mona Lisa. So smile." He presses on and I shrug my shoulders, giving him and the phone a shy smile as I see his thumb press down a couple of times.
"Okay, now let's go." I grab Rhodes by the arm and tug him out of the line, eager for the photo shoot to end.
"You looked lovely," Rhodes grins down at me cheekily as he stuffs his phone back into his jean pocket and presses a kiss to the side of my temple. Our fingers intertwine as we explore the last few rooms of the Louvre together.
"How are you so good at that?" Rhodes asks me exasperatedly as I do it again, grinning widely at him as I do.
"Years of refinement. Try again, but this time really focus on catching it." I coach him as I chew on the hot sweet peanuts. Rhodes groans as he tosses one from his bag into the air and attempts to catch it with his mouth, only for it to bounce back off the side of his face.