Enraptured by Rodin

Oh to be the muse of a brilliant artist. To have their trained and eager eyes study every aspect of your form, and be inspired enough to mold you in clay or marble, or depict you in all the bright colours of oil on canvas. Can anyone honestly say that the scene in Titanic where Jack sketches Rose didn't make them shiver? I doubt there to be one woman who wouldn't have given her right foot to trade places with Kate Winslet, and not simply because of Leo, but for the chance to have a man so openly and honestly adore their naked body in all its glory.

Exploring the gardens of the Rodin Museum, located in the middle of Paris, the city of romance and home of lovers, I was consumed with the desire to be carved out of marble and placed on display... Okay, so maybe this is just me... But in all seriousness, it is hard not be swept up in the beauty of the museum's gardens, the towering trees and manicures lawns. And then there are all the gorgeous bronze statues perfectly positioned throughout the grounds to best show off their all-inspiring beauty.

Auguste Rodin (1840-1917), France's most famous sculptor, was widely criticised in his time for departing from traditional mythological sculpture and instead celebrating the human body with high realism - flaws and all. When his model for "Eve" - depicted in The Gates of Hell, based on Dante's Inferno - turned out to be in the early stages of pregnancy, Rodin simply worked that reality into his sculpting, depicting Eve as a mother. Above all, he sought to keep true to the human body, and lavish all his attention upon it.

The museum itself is housed in an 18th Century mansion where the artist once lived, hidden from view behind the glorious walled garden. I could easily spend an entire day strolling the grounds - many people do, both Parisians and tourists alike - maybe next time I'll take my iPod and listen to some James Blunt or Michael Bublé to further torment the romantic in me!