It's early May. Paris is cold. Paris is wet. I'm really just here on my way south.

I stopped because I wanted to visit Musee Rodin, and see Le Cri again. I saw it as a young man in 83, and it kicked my ass. It made me irrational, and in my ignorance, I was unaware art could do that to you. I felt as if somehow Rodin had trapped a soul in bronze and subjected it to the most complete torment imaginable for all time. I wanted to destroy this piece of art, out of mercy. Honestly, I lost my shit, looking at a sculpture.

I wanted to see it again, so I went to Musee Rodin. I was excited AND scared. I didn't know if the piece would affect me again, and I didn't know which was worse, yes or no. Le Cri isn't even there anymore. Someone else has it. The Kiss is gone too, as is The Thinker. What the hell. I couldn't find anyone on site who recognized Le Cri or knew what happened to it. I'm so disappointed. I'm placing inquiries in hopes of finding it.

Here is a link to a photo. But I can tell you that no photo can capture that sculpture. Copies in the gift shop, back in 83, were clearly not in torment, just the original was.

Moving further south in the morning, to Nice.