I don’t know about you, but I only hand fresh, hand-cut roses over the Picasso paintings I have propped against the wall in my two year-old daughter’s room, right next to her crayons and scissors.
“Go ahead, honey, it’s only a Picasso.”
This is possibly from a royal family of some country, and the seller is part of that family. Don’t you have to pass a decency test of some kind to be called royalty? I mean, they all know how to drink with their pinkies up, and spend money like drunken sailors… But this is a Picasso, and one from his early 20s, before he became Picasso with a capital “P.”
Royal families of the world: teach your children to pick up their art when they are done playing.