May 22- Rodin Musee, My WOW moment

I finally got my "wow-zing" moment. The Rodin museum is a garden full of bronze statues that we wandered around in for a couple hours. Tristan got to play in the sand and babble loudly to his heart's content. I got to get up close and personal with one of my favorite artists. Because we were already outside i got to move slowly and take my time. 

There is something about sculpture that is very visceral and kinesthetic. I have a desperate time not running my hands over it, touching, interacting with it.

The only downer, the one statue that i really wanted to see Caryatid Who Has Fallen is on loan to some other museum. I come to Paris and really the one statue that I'm beyond psyched to see is somewhere else. I get to the place its supposed to be just at the end of our tour, look at the podium and ....empty. I double check the map, look around to see if its been moved. I go inside to see if its there for some reason. Nope. So i ask one of the attendants, in my broken french, "where is this statue?" pointing to the museum guide. She turns the map around and says, "here" pointing to the space in the garden. I say no its no there. She tries to explain where that space is physically in relation to where we are. Again i say its not there. And she gives me this blank stare, "oh then someone else has it." Just like that, its not here so it must be somewhere else. Irony.