We had lunch the other day with Maurice’s sister and afterwards walked around the PÃ¨re Lachaise Cemetery. It was a sunny, warm day and it was great to walk around and I always get information I didn’t know about various people buried there when I am with a French person.
It’s starting to look like Autumn with some leaves in the gutters.
Nine out of ten people roaming around there seem to be looking for the tomb of Jim Morrisson, I don’t know why.
I’m pretty sure this guy was looking for it.
This lady was painted gold a few years ago.
Someone put some roses in this statue’s hands.
The tomb of Chopin who, by the way, was half French.
Sort of strange metallic carving on a tomb.
This hasn’t been touched in a very long time.