Musée Rodin is still my favorite place in Paris. When I was living here, I would often take a book and a bag of Haribo and set up camp in the gardens, or on a bench under the swaying trees. I'm drawn to the beauty of this place; hundreds of roses, patina-ed sculptures peeking out of the bushes, and more peace and quiet than you generally find in Paris.
The former home of Rodin has an interesting history. After its construction (1727-37) the Rue de Varenne housed a colorful array of French socialites and aristocracy. In 1820 the estate was sold to nuns, and became a boarding school for girls. Much of the ornate decor was sold off to fund the school.
Eventually the estate fell into other hands, and briefly housed tenants such as Henri Matisse and Jean Cocteau. Rodin took up a studio space there, and is said to have been fascinated by the overgrown, savage garden that had overrun the once-prim lawns.
He started placing his sculptures in little tangled corners of the gardens. The estate became his private residence in 1911.
The whole story strikes me as dark and romantic. I can imagine the estate falling from grandeur, to convent, into dilapidation, and the magic allure of the wild gardens.
Spending the afternoon here with my husband was a dream. It's a place close to my heart, and I'm pretty lucky to finally be able to share that with him. This place will always be at the top of my list anytime I'm in Paris!
Outfit details: vintage dress, Céline sunglasses, Soludos espadrilles, leather bag from Italy.