Paris: Rodin's House (Wednesday 25/10/2017).
Periodically, you hear a story of some hapless tourist who stumbles in a museum or turns a little too quickly in an art gallery. A priceless vase shatters as they regain their balance; they turn in horror to see a tear in the Rembrandt. Small children induce that fear in me. I reassure myself that things can't really get too far out of hand at Bristol City Museum where we often while away a Saturday morning. Their stock in trade is stuffed animals and a collection of gem stones. There may be priceless artefacts but they must either in deep storage or on very long term loan. Not so at Rodin's House in Paris. Perhaps foolishly, I volunteered to chaperone the children while Clare, Ann and Bernie pursued more adult interests. The choice was half an hour in the garden with a perfectly good lawn to romp across or an ornamental pool to throw stones into. The alternative was braving the interior. I honestly do not know what possessed me to choose the latter; perhaps it was...