A cemetery by day is a place of curiosity, strange shapes and shadows, stories and histories.
As the dark night envelops us this All Hallows’ Eve…I send you a guardsman to watch the crossing…
Oiche Shamhna Shona Daoibh
October can mean any type of weather – the veritable four seasons in a day. But sometimes, like today, you get that low golden, honeyed sunshine of late Autumn that plays hide and seek in the fluttering leaves.
A few metro line changes and climbing into the fresh air, emerged from the dark heat to blue skies at Père Lachaise Cemetary. The most prestigious final resting address, last home to the great, the affluent and the famous, it is now tended by the Marie de Paris. Sandy paths and cobbled walkways weave along this huge park of the dead, and visitors and tourists alike lose hours in the maze of crypts, monuments and mausoleums.
Finally we got to our goal, the grave of Oscar, recently cleaned and restored with a special protective Perspex surround. But what a shocking desecration…..
I whispered my prayer of thanks…and left….no trace behind.
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