But I did greatly enjoy our adventure to a French cemetery last week. One afternoon, I was getting antsy and in need of some peace and quiet, so Nick dragged me down to the metro and we went to find the only place in the city that we were pretty sure would actually be quiet: a cemetery. I don't recall the name, suffice to say it was not the more famous one (wherein reside Oscar Wilde, Jim Morrison, Eugene Delacroix, among others) but it was a wonderful bit of history, culture and was largely calm aside from the crunching of rocks under our feet and those of other wanderers.
I was intrigued at what seemed to be a moderately purposeful separation of Jewish graves from Christian graves. It seemed to include both old burials and new and got fuzzy around the edges, but there was definitely some sort of delineation. We didn't have time to check out the entire cemetery and I haven't learned any more about it. Many of the small mausoleums had the most beautiful stained glass in the walls and above the altars. Some were very well kept with happy, living flowers inside, some were broken, dusty and grown over.
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| A long row of old mausoleums. |
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| This was one of the most beautiful little mausoleums. Unfortunately, it was tucked up closely to its neighbors, so a full picture was impossible. |
Ugh. Blogger's layout is being temperamental with layout again...I will have to learn to more skillfully manipulate. Later.
Agh! The typos in this are embarrassing...
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