The Fountain of Love, Jean-Honoré Fragonard, c. 1785.

How can we possibly conclude without a nod to, a glance at--a wink at?--the grand master of Rococo art, Jean Honoré Fragonard? C’est impossible! Alors…in this wild, shadowy, other-worldly  forest, a young man and woman eagerly rush at (almost fall into!) an overflowing fountain of magical liquid, a cup of which two putti thrust at them with glee. This is the fountain, first appearing in classical lore, in which Cupid himself dips his arrows. See how the lovers thrust themselves forward like avid Olympic (how appropriate, this month!) XC skiers leaning for the finish line, mouths and eyes wide open. Perhaps, in this case, both will win the trophy?