auguste rodin gave good face

the thinker and the eiffel tower
I really like the faces on Rodin's sculptures, so I decided to take pictures of almost all of them. enjoy!
. . . . after this picture of the gates of hell



that's the invalides behind good ol' dante here, the dome that houses Napoleon's tomb, more on that later
angry from this angle
not so much up close


the hand of god, you can see it in the mirror, what good placement on the part of the museum!
kings and pawns, marshall
emperor's entombed

this is foucault's pendulum in the Pantheon. I went into the crypt, but didn't take any pictures because that's a little creepy. But they had Dumas, Zola, and Hugo all in one room, which was cool.

Today, I woke up feeling a little ill, ended up accidentally falling back to sleep until noon. by then, Anna had left for Versailles, and I took some time to reorganize my bag, for better or for worse. (I kind of wish I could ship some stuff home, but I wouldn't be able to choose what to part with yet.) I didn't end up leaving the hostel until a bit before one, and went to the Rodin museum until four. I loved just sitting in the statue garden, despite the chill in the air and ominous clouds in the sky, reading my book, surrounded by these great works of art. I sat between Balzac and Dante (the thinker), reading and just being in the city. I find such solace in museums, I think because you don't need to know the language in order to appreciate the art, their openness and spaciousness, the sense of security because everyone there had to by a ticket/go through a screener, and the motherly-associations I have in my psyche. I love them and always feel calmer when in them. I could have spent a lot longer at the Musee Rodin, but I wanted to fit a few more sights in, so I went to the tomb of napoleon (not as ostentatiously grand as I imagined it would be, though it is quite large. Overcompensating much, Mr. complex?

After that, I made my way to the Pantheon, which is a monument to the great Frenchmen, especially of the Enlightenment. Voltaire and Rousseau eternally guard the entrance to the crypt, Voltaire with a statue and a gilded sepulcher, which Rousseau's is plain and wooden, without the plaque on the wall, I would never have known who was interned there. I wonder if Rousseau feels gypped in the tomb department.

Then it was back to the hostel. I'm still feeling wiped from things and content with my visit to Paris, so I think I'm going to stay in tonight. we head to Brussels tomorrow morning, so stay tuned for pictures of the mannekin pis, which I'm told is exactly what it sounds like.

Love to you all.<3
Yes, the title is a reverence to "Vogue" by Maddonna. want to make something of it?