Looking at Diane's wikipedia page, the first name that immediately jumps out conveniently at the top of the list is Ferdinand Duke of Orleans (b. 1810 - 1842). On checking his page and looking up the names there are a number of Orleanses there, and none of the seem particularly interesting, but lower down I spot one, Élisabeth Charlotte d'Orléans. Really, is it the Élisabeth Charlotte d'Orléans I think it is? Yes it is. She is the subject of this painting, which itself will be the subject of another post.
And who does Élisabeth Charlotte's page lead us to? Francesco I de' Medici, Grand Duke of Tuscany, which is strange, in more ways than one. Isn't there something familiar about this guy. Come on, take a closer, harder look.
Here she is the old Medici matriach, having decided to get away from it all, choosing to incarnate as a Jarawa, in the middle of the ocean in the middle of the nowhere. The simple life does have its advantages.
The poor Lady, has just about it had it. Had it with court intrigues, worrying about poisoning, worrying about which sons, brothers, or grandsons she will soon be grieving for, the bitching, the ransoms, and every darn thing there is about life as a Florentine duchess, settling for the much physically harder, but infinitely more peaceful, idyllic life of the Andaman islander.
You can tell from her cold, steely gaze, that the Lady is not pleased, having tried to get away from it all only to have some paparazzi track her down to the very ends of the world.
If only she could smile. It would truly warm my heart.
Could you please leave her and her people alone?
This post has been longer than I wanted, Eghosa I'll have to leave for another post, unless you want to enjoy her company sooner rather later.