The last time I was in Paris (four years ago), I visited the typical tourist attractions: the Eiffel Tower, the Champe des L’Eels, the Louvre… So this weekend, with these main tourist sites of the way (so to speak), I made sure I made time to explore new locals. My sister, a fan of Oscar Wilde, suggested the Cimetière du Père-Lachaise. And I had been determined to visit the Catacombs ever since I tried and failed three years ago (fun fact: they’re closed on Mondays). The result was a day no doubt a bid morbid. But no less inspiring. In truth, there is la beauté dans la mort.
“Yes, death. Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forget life, to be at peace.”