Fernand Le Quesne (1856-1932) - Madame la Pluie (1892) (upscaled)
Upscaled using Waifu2x before the site started getting cranky.
The official description reads as follows, in French (with one or two misplaced accent marks) and Google Translated English:
La pluie tombe a flots sure la ville. Les gargouilles de Notre Dame, ces monstres comiques, accroupis sur les corniches, crachent sur les passauts les torrents d'eau qui descendent de toutes les plates-formes du venerable monument. Monsieur Le Quesne a imaginé une ironie a ce spectacle lamentable. Cette pluie qui tombe est l'amusement d'une petite fée, blottie dans un coin des tours, assise sur l'arete d'une moulure, et qui se rejoiuit de la disconfiture des bourgeois de Paris.
The rain is pouring down on the city. The gargoyles of Notre Dame, those comical monsters, squatting on the cornices, spit torrents of water on the steps which descend from all the platforms of the venerable monument. Monsieur Le Quesne has imagined an irony in this lamentable spectacle. This falling rain is the amusement of a little fairy, huddled in a corner of the towers, seated on the edge of a moulding, and who rejoices in the discomfiture of the bourgeois of Paris.
Fernand Le Quesne (1856-1932) - Madame la Pluie (1892) (upscaled)
Upscaled using Waifu2x before the site started getting cranky.
The official description reads as follows, in French (with one or two misplaced accent marks) and Google Translated English:
La pluie tombe a flots sure la ville. Les gargouilles de Notre Dame, ces monstres comiques, accroupis sur les corniches, crachent sur les passauts les torrents d'eau qui descendent de toutes les plates-formes du venerable monument. Monsieur Le Quesne a imaginé une ironie a ce spectacle lamentable. Cette pluie qui tombe est l'amusement d'une petite fée, blottie dans un coin des tours, assise sur l'arete d'une moulure, et qui se rejoiuit de la disconfiture des bourgeois de Paris.
The rain is pouring down on the city. The gargoyles of Notre Dame, those comical monsters, squatting on the cornices, spit torrents of water on the steps which descend from all the platforms of the venerable monument. Monsieur Le Quesne has imagined an irony in this lamentable spectacle. This falling rain is the amusement of a little fairy, huddled in a corner of the towers, seated on the edge of a moulding, and who rejoices in the discomfiture of the bourgeois of Paris.