On my first trip five years ago, I did all of the touristy must-do's. It's quite exhausting to
keep up that kind of itinerary and as I get older, I simply don't have the patience for it all.
The Rodin museum was the perfect in-between because its garden is so spacious that you
can invariably find a nice spot by the massive hydrangea bushes or a fat hedge, as I did.
At times I didn't feel too far from the Gates of Hell (hah), meaning that my fever was making me feel as though I was near a burning fire, or just the hot Parisian sun! Of course I'm slightly dramatizing the situation, but it's true that I was in the midst of one pesky cold that wouldn't budge. The garden did provide momentary solace in Paris - or namely from the hot metro which only made my aforementioned sickness feel amplified. Lucky photographs can omit my endless tissue trail and capture the true beauty that was present in that little paradise!