PARIS — Before I do my Torquemada routine, let’s begin on a positive note with an all-time favorite, that gorgeous redhead in the woods. She’s a shocker, even now, stark naked and turned to meet our gaze, at ease beside those two stiff, fully dressed men at a picnic. Something seems to have distracted her outside the picture’s frame, our arrival maybe, or something behind us; it’s hard to tell. Her look has cracked the wall between her and us. She’s in our space.