If I had only one afternoon in Paris and wanted to fill that time at a Museum, it would be at the Musée Rodin. It’s the ideal combination of ridiculously beautiful Parisian architecture–the Hôtel Biron was built in the early 18th century and has all the lovely staircases and fancy moldings one could want (though it has been undergoing renovations since 2012, so not all of it may be accessible–a stunning outdoor setting–a huge number of Rodin’s sculptures are situated throughout the lovely manicured gardens–and, oh yeah, RODIN.
Rodin’s sculptures are visceral and raw and gorgeous and amazing. Aside from Michelangelo (natch) and Donatello, Rodin is my favorite sculptor of all time and there could not be a lovelier place to stumble upon his sculptures than at the Musée Rodin. They have all the good ones and they have some sculptures by his student (and lover, they had a rough road and poor Camille really came out the worse for it), Camille Claudel who was a badass. I love it when lesser known women artists come out of the woodwork at these types of places.
And despite the sheer awesomeness of the Musée Rodin, it wasn’t really all that crowded, pleasantly attended might be a good way of describing it. And it was a good size– it would be hard to wear yourself out there. And there were enough places to sit and cafes (including one in the garden) that you would really have to work hard to turn this place into a slog. And why would you do that? It’s perfect.