The Thinker bookends

This afternoon, I’m sitting and thinking as I look at The Thinker. I’m not sure Rodin would consider the bookends, damaged in our recent move, an appropriate representation of his great work, but they do remind me of the museum in Paris where I first saw The Thinker in person. The garden setting in which I saw the sculpture was quiet and a beautiful spot for contemplation. Today, my mind won’t be quiet, so I’m taking an imaginary trip to the quiet of the Rodin Musee & Jardin. I think a lunch of bread and cheese might be in order.