"My arm curled around his neck; his hand grasped my hip. We brought our faces close, our lips a breath away from touching, imitating the eternal love of Rodin's lovers in our stillness"
When you travel to Paris with the author of such a memorable and tender moment, you can assume you may be taken to see this famed sculpture. However, you would neither expect for the Musée Rodin to be under renovation, or that your wonderful guide, Susan Vreeland, would improvise by making you pose as if you were the characters in the book, becoming the statue.
Susan Vreeland has embedded her life into her passion for literature, for the arts, and for the fictional characters, often derived from history, that have entered her mind; "I loved the people of my imagination," she once wrote in her narrative biography. It was these fervent and vivid passions that made Susan the ideal candidate to take on an Adventure by the Book to Paris and Provence.
When Susan brought her faithful readers to the garden outside of the museum, it is no surprise that her evocative fictional vision took over and she felt compelled to turn her travel companions into her models.
In the presence of a woman as impassioned as Susan, not a soul could deny her request. Postcard in hand, she implored her lovely models to contort their bodies just so, and soon each couple became the perfect reflection of "The Kiss". By the time her work was done, exquisite photos and tender instances had been rendered from her moments of recreation. The travelers were lucky that Susan was so impossible to say "no" to, for they were left with memories of joy.When one travels around the globe and falls right into their own imagination, it is that moment that makes the adventure worth while. Journeying to Paris, there were some amazing sights, the Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame, The Louvre, but nothing as genuinely spectacular as the destiny of a woman finding her vision. She saw the beautiful moment from her book , as did her readers. The embrace was so powerful that even the onlookers surrounding the affectionate scene, could feel the literary destiny on that tipsy park bench, that warm Autumn afternoon.