About as popular as New Years eve in my books…but I am rather fond of cupid, especially when he’s thinking pink…

Or sporting white plaster…

Or being naughty and playing Bacchus…

Then he gets REALLY naughty, and that’s too much, bad boy.

And I love the allegory of his arrows, both golden tipped and leaded…

And when he makes his putti cry, that’s just too too sweet for words.

and when JC de Castelbajac sketches him around Paris it makes me smile, and love him more.

I’m getting gushy…..must go now and buy some chocolate…for myself.