This may seem like a fairly humdrum photo of a male fiery skipper, but I like its orientation and the definition of its head, especially the antennae.
Taking advantage of a break in the rain, la duchesse du Linge and friends decided to frolic in the gardens. Given her advancing age, such diversions were now rare in the life of the old King’s former mistress. Catching her foot on an uneven brick in the pavement that cut through the roses, she fell to her knees, tearing her new dress, knocking her wig into a precarious position and soiling her gloves as she braced herself from falling on her face. In her distress, she cried, “Oh, poo! Somebody help me!” As she tore off her blindfold, she smeared her eye makeup, giving her the appearance of a sad clown.