The last time I was in Paris, three years ago, I took a bus tour that went by the Musee Rodin. All I could see from the street was the bum of The Thinker. I’ve always been a bit sorry that I didn’t take the time to go to the museum on that trip, so I made sure to do it on this trip.
Much of the sculpture is in the garden of the house/museum, and was beautiful even on a rainy February day.
And then even more in the house:
Travels with Diana 