Cimitière du Père-Lachaise

A warm day on which a T-shirt keeps one warm enough. The atumn leaves are beginning to fall creating a lovely atmosphere at the cemetry Père-Lachaise where it seems most tourists go to visit the graves of Edith Piaf, Oscar Wilde and Jim Morrison of The Doors fame. I saw the former two.

Oscar Wilde's tomb has been recently rebuilt and a plaque on it requests that people not deface it. However they still do, though I wonder if the lipstick left from kisses all over it can be seen as defacing - it almost seems like a ritual now, and me there without my lippie!

On the back of the tombstone, there is in English a brief historical sketch stating where he was born in Ireland, that he wrote many beautiful works, and that he died in Paris, having been fortified by the sacrements of the church.

Whereas I had Oscar all to myself for some time, I could snatch only a brief moment alone with Edith. Unlike Oscar's, her tomb is one row removed from the cobble-stoned boulevard, and therefore much less space for people to stand around paying their respects.

Off to Orthez tonight.