Paris is wonderful at many things and one is being attractive to artists and art. As a consequence of said attractiveness (which believe me is magnetic) Paris is absolutely brimming with art, it's everywhere. It's in the parks, on the metros, on buildings, shop windows, even the Parisians walk and act and dress like their lives and they themselves are works of art. But the art can also be found in museums. J'adore museums. I can't help it. When other people around me say they'll pull their hairs out one hair at a time if they have to go to another one, I'm ready to go hole up in some gallery or exhibit somewhere and just get lost. So let me just introduce you to one of my favorite museums. Can you guess (look at the picture)



You guessed right. The Rodin Museum (near Invalides and Napoleon's tomb, it's easiest to get there on line 1, just get off at Invalides). It is one of the most perfect museums: it's intimate and gives you a wonderful feeling of the artist (mostly because it's in this fabulous Rococo house that Rodin lived/worked in for a while) and the works are displayed in a wonderfully studio-esque sort of way. Besides, it has a beautiful garden, where some of his bronzes are displayed, or rather placed in a way that you feel like you've come upon a revelation as you walk down a path and look behind a tree.
Isn't the way the green light shines on this magical? And Rodin, dear man whom I love. The guy knew how to sculpt such raw and real emotion. And I became a believer from seeing these works face to face that Rodin could put all that emotion and story into his sculptures' hands. I became darn near obsessed. Sculpture might very well be one of the most engaging and mystical of the visual art forms for me. Isn't it lovely how the manmade bronze juxtaposes yet works in a strange but pleasing harmony with the organic leaves of the trees? Let me tell you that as I walked in this particular grove of trees studded with sculpture, I felt like I was in the best of enchanted forests, where I uncovered long forgotten and beautiful secrets.

Heaven help me, the hands oh the hands. Rodin. Bless. Just go ans see for yourself whether or not I exaggerate. I think you'll find I'm a reliable source (oh and after you've gone there, hop over to see how pretentious Napoleon is and then walk towards Ecole Militaire, grab some Amorino near Tribeca Italian and Cafe Marche and walk over to see the sun set behind the Tour Eiffel, you won't regret it).