I wasn't sure what to do with the afternoon. I got and email from Chica and Joey last night and we had plans to meet at 6pm for Indian. It was going to be raining all day so I decided to go to Pere Lachaise. Of course, the most logical thing to do when it rains is go walk through a cemetery. Those stones are not easy to navigate when wet.
Good 'ol Alfred, right where I left him.
I took slide film of this one in 1994. I still have it and I think have a print of it.
Avenue after avenue...
She looks bored.
Cite de la mort.
Chopin
Who wouldn't want Raft of the Medusa on their tombstone? Not one of his most uplifting paintings but a very large one.
Thank goodness they make an app for that or I would have been lost.
Finally, we meet. I couldn't get near it in 2000 as some woman was washing it down with soap and a brush.
Edith by far has the most flowers.
I always thought he was handsome. Even if he did like Stalin at one time.
So it's come to this. Now you can only see it through plexiglass.
The crematorium. Gross but beautiful at the same time.
Max needs flowers. He never has flowers.
He has more company.
No guards this time, just a fence. This is as close as you get unless you climb. Too muddy for that.
Rex and the Waxing Gibbous.
Passage Des Panoramas. It's across the street from the Hard Rock Cafe.
That's Chica and Joey. We had a great dinner at New Kashmir- Haute Gastronomie de L'Inde.
St-Michel
Rue St-Andres-des-Arts. See the Starbucks? My apartment is across the street.
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