Enchanted by its charm possibly dating back to 1750
The heartbreaking sorrow reflected in their faces is simply astounding. If you’re lucky enough to be there, stand in front and decide if you agree with the critics and pundits, was it just a woman submitting to the man? Then of course there is the Louvre, world renowned and rightfully so, and on every tourists’ map.
For me, the urge to touch and savor a piece of sculpture is always there, whether it’s smooth and flowing or harsh and gnarly, doesn’t matter, I just feel the need to touch. It is huge and you can’t possibly see everything in one visit.
Last time I stayed at the Hotel Lutetia, (45 Boulevard Raspail 75006 Paris). It's charming, intimate, the staff helpful and it is centrally located.
Best of all it is within walking distance of the Rodin Museum. To be sure you’ll hear discussions on the latest soccer scores, but you will also see games of chess being played, you’ll hear philosophical discussions, you’ll see students reading Voltaire, Zola, Rousseau and probably James Patterson while sipping their brew of choice.
I think everyone has heard of the Louvre and the many treasures it houses, but I wonder how many of us actually thought about the historic building that so many masterpieces call home.
He’s there in the elements, right in the midst of the gardens. Sit down in the outdoor café and sip a delicious cup of coffee, look around you, the treasures abound. That is entirely my impression, probably because his presence can still be felt, at least by me.
The Burghers of Calais await your visit, an incredible sculpture depicting men willing to sacrifice their lives to save their village. The Kiss, hard cold marble generating a tremendous amount of heat. The lovers wrapped in an ardent embrace, totally oblivious of others.
The head is missing, as are the arms, but the sense of the power, the gigantic windblown wings held back, the seemingly wet garments flowing about The first time I came face to face with the statue, I know it’s an odd thing to say ‘face to face’ with a headless statue, but the idiom fits.
I wasn’t very graceful, so awestruck I wasn’t paying attention, missed a couple of steps and paid appropriate homage, on my knees, face down or up since I was staring at the magnificent site at the time.