So you may choose the fairest of all as they come by the droves
Like Paris did some aeons away when the apple of discord was thrown
The golden apple from Hesperides’ Garden as the prize of the challenge
And the judge’s wavering hand was bent by a goddesses’ promise
Hence, Troy was laid to waste in a war fought for the love of a single woman
Photo Hugh Ardoin The Notting Hill 2019 Carnival Gallery