Here we are, having embarked for a visit to Cimetière du Père-Lachaise. I have on my new Italian wool hat, and Carla is bundled up against the chilly winds. On days like this we are reminded that Paris is so nice for visiting many famous people who have lived forever unsuccessfully. More than 300,000 people are buried at this cemetery, and many more have had their ashes entombed here as well. We have on our list to visit the graves of F. Chopin, F. Poulenc, J. Morrison, and O. Wilde.
Here is F. Chopin's grave. His heart is supposedly entombed in Poland.
Here is a lovely picture I took of F. Poulenc's grave. Carla reminded me he composed a unique "cubist" piece that she played at her first graduate recital... which I have resurrected here! (NB: Against Carla's wishes).
We saw Jim Morrison's grave, but it really was not all that much: some flasks of whiskey, some cigarettes, flowers, an apple bong, etc. And we completely missed Oscar Wilde's grave. We did come across Balzac's grave however. Which reminded us to learn who Balzac was.
Now I see that we completely missed Joseph Fourier. We will have to return then.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
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