"Ἐν Παρισίῳ, Ἔαρος εἰκὼν ἐν ὑφαντῷ παραπετάσματι ῥηγικῷ - In Paris, A depiction of Spring in a dyed royal woven tapestry "
Do you know that basileus Manuel II Palaiologos has visited Louvre in Paris, and he even wrote a...review on a work of art hanging on the wall of the palace...?
During his stay in Paris in 1402-1403, guest of the French king Charles VI, Manuel who was in constant move around Europe to try to persuade the Christian kings found some time to exercise his prose style, emulating the proses of Libanios and Gregorios Nanzianzenos. Here is the translated and original text in Greek, describing the women hanged tapestry :
"This is the time of spring, and the flowers appear, this atmosphere is fair, very benignly spreading throughout these things. In this way, the leaves whisper pleasantly, and it seems that somehow the grass is made to swell like waves, receiving some cool breeze, moving it suddenly with friendly breaths. A pleasure to behold! The rivers have made peace with the banks now, and the mighty stream is held, and the things that were before hidden are now revealed, and it presents to the hand the good things [fish] to be caught by them. Of these, one is already in the hand of a youth, who holds [a fish] in his left hand, stooping slightly and leaning down, such that his nose not be wetted in the river, and putting his bare right hand in the water noiselessly, he is searching the stream beyond the torrents, feeling about the hollows with his fingers, and lest he trouble the water with his feet, in fear of the noise, he keeps himself back. When the rays restore this [strength] to them, not causing grief out of measure, the partridges rejoice, recuperating now, after the strength, that which was taken from an excess of that which had weakened them. How contentedly they live in the fields, and taking their young to find food, they first reach the food, then by example they show how to feed. And singing birds sit in the trees, occasionally pecking at some of the fruit, but they spend a great deal of time in their song. I think that their voice announces that better things are to come, when the queen of seasons shines forth, and that henceforth clear air is instead of cloud, serenity instead of storms, and altogether pleasantness instead of sadness. Everything moves about freely, even these ordinary creatures, gnats, bees, cicadas, and various species of all sorts; some of those in the beehives storm forth, others just born in the lightness of time, or if one wishes, they are most languid with the introduction of warmth according to the appropriate amount, and they hum round the man and fly before the traveler, and they are more musical in their singing when they sing together [with the traveler]. Some contend amongst themselves, some fight, and some settle on flowers.
All is pleasurable to see. The children play about the garden, and they set to hunt (the insects) wholeheartedly and playfully. For now one youth takes off the hood from his head, so that he might use it for a net, but missing his prey altogether, he begins to laugh with his companions. Another one drawing his hands towards himself, throws his whole body at a little creature, and wanting to catch what he was after by this action, how should one not now laugh with pleasure? Do you see him covering it with his body? For finally when one of those creatures is caught, such a thing that some call winged or feathered creatures (i.e. butterflies), he seems like a bacchant, on account of his happiness, and raising up the border of the last part of his chiton, in order to wrap the prey, to go away to seek another, he does not realize that those parts of the body that ought to be hidden are bare. Even more amusing is the younger one. He permits two of the winged creatures, which were bound by a small piece of string, to fly about. He holds back the string with the ends of his fingers from a distance, he checks the flight, as little as to be able to follow them, and he laughs and rejoices and dances, thinking this play some serious thing. In sum, the art of the tapestry feasts the eye and brings pleasure to the viewers. And spring is the cause: it puts sadness to flight or, if one wishes, it brings joy."
Sources:
Manuel II Palaiologos, A Depiction of Spring in a Dyed, Woven Tapestry (PG 1 56:577 A-580B; Davis, "Manuel II Palaiologos' A Depiction of Spring in a Dyed,
Woven Hanging").
Original text in the reply.