I often stop by the Saint Vincent Cemetery, a very small cemetery up in Montmartre that is the final resting place for locals. I have to say that it is looking a bit shabby lately. It used to be pristine with no weeds and the trees all trimmed. In any case, the tombs look the same.
It’s hard to make this out with the angle of the sun but this is the window in a “house” with the occupants, two married poets, looking out.
All of the leaves on this tomb will be bright red in a few weeks.
Artist, Utrillo and his mother, are buried here.
This tomb is looking worn. Maybe the family isn’t around anymore to pay for upkeep.
Maybe thoughts of cemeteries depress you so here is a photo to brighten your day. Loved the teeth.