I think my favorite thing in all of Paris is the Musee Rodin. Actually, not even the museum so much as the Hotel Biron estate that houses it. This exquisite property is where I would live if I had my choice of any place in the world. A large, sunny house with french doors and high ceilings surrounded by a garden in the center of Paris. Click here to see my 27 photos of the place.
The daydreaming came on fast and furious once I stepped through the gate: When I live there, I'll keep the statues and just insert furniture around them. No need to paint or remodel, the tarnished, worn-down-former-glory look suits me just fine. All I need are a few couches, a few beds, an enormous dining room table and fires in all the fireplaces.
My daily schedule will be to have breakfast in bed, followed by a quick jaunt to an art gallery job where you do nothing but tidy, chat and drink espresso. Back with fresh market supplies for lunch. After lunch a few hours of reading or art while Rob practices archery. Afternoon break to walk the dogs (2 French bulldogs, 2 Irish wolfhounds, 2 yorkies) around the property and pick flowers. Bath. Elaborate French dinner with friends and intellectuals by candlelight. Bed.
As my mom said in response to all this: I was "born to the wrong century and social class."