It might seem strange for you to read that one of the best days I spent this summer, was at a cemetery. Trust me it sounds a bit strange to me too...
Most of you might have heard of The Père Lachaise cemetery or at least know that Jim Morrison is buried in Paris, that’s what most people seem to associate with it. This largest burial ground in Paris, does however hold the graves of many important people such as Molière, Edith Piaf and Oscar Wilde.
It’s not often a cemetery makes you want to sit down on a bench and read a book och scribble down thought in a notebook but it was inspiring in a way. I wouldn’t neccecarily recommend joining the guided tours because walking around alone in the little alleys between those massive angels and mausoleums was beautiful. Getting a map however, is vital or you will never find who you are looking for. Just head to the information center on the main road where they hand them out for free.
I had such a strange feeling in there. It was melancholic in a way, a longing for my grandparents who I lost less than a year ago, bot mostly I felt peaceful. Outside the stone walls Paris was still in full August summer bloom, yet in here the leaves were golden and red and covering the cobble stones I was walking on. In here it was fall already.
Oscar Wilde. Oh, Mr Wilde, how I adore your writings. I have wanted to visit this tomb ever since I saw Emily Mortimer kissing it in ´Paris, Je t’aime`. What I didn’t know was that the grave has been surrounded by a glass barrier to protect it from the pouting lips and writings of visitors. And even though I think thousands and thousands red lips on a grave is yet another proof of how beautiful and poetic people can be the protection glass didn’t make it any less special.
Closing with the words on an anonymus grave;
There are days that might outmeasure years,
days that obliterate the past,
and make the future, of the colour which they cast.
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