The Musée Rodin puts its sculpture outdoors, in a three-hectare garden behind the Hôtel Biron. The Thinker sits on a high pedestal among clipped box bushes, looking across the lawn at The Gates of Hell, a bronze door crawling with small twisting figures. Balzac stands further off, a bulk in a dressing gown. Rodin set his own work out in this garden while he was living and working here, and the museum kept the habit. Indoors, eighteen rooms of sculpture run through the house, lit by tall windows onto the same garden.
Rodin never owned the house. Rilke, who worked as his secretary, told him about a half-empty mansion going cheap; Rodin took four ground-floor rooms and within three years had the whole building. In 1916 he gave the French state everything he had ever made, on the condition that a museum be set up here. He died the following year and never saw it open. That is worth carrying round the rooms with you: this was his last address, not a collection assembled about him afterwards.