The Kiss

One of my favorite museums in Paris is the Musée Rodin. Before I went, I didn’t have high hopes; sculpture wasn’t and isn’t really my thing. But I went because everyone raves about Le Penseur (see if you can spot my friend behind it), Rodin is famous and museums were free.

Inside the museum I walked slowly, a little tired and a little bored, carefully considering each work but moving at a steady pace as part of the procession of visitors. But when I got to Le Baiser, I stopped. I couldn’t stop staring at it, at each part of the embrace; I wanted to memorize all of it. I don’t know much about art, but this was breathtaking. I’d like to take this (and Michelangelo’s David, Monet’s Les Nemphéas and I guess the Acropolis while we’re at it) and place them in a room just for me to regard whenever I desire. I couldn’t believe someone could make this. I couldn’t believe something so beautiful and soft could come out of a block of marble.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that if you go to Paris, go the Musée Rodin and stare at Le Baiser. Or better yet please steal it for me.