A lesbian thespian, a creative destructionist, a romantic neoclassicist, a homosexual celebrity, a heroin addicted rock star, a tuberculosis ridden comedian, la vie en rose, a literary master, and a musical prodigy. What do they have in common? A final place of peace and eternal tranquility. Colette, Baron Georges Haussmann, Eugene Delacroix, Oscar Wilde, Jim Morrison, Moliere, Edith Piaf, Marcel Proust and Frederic Chopin all lay in the wonderfully haunting grounds. My husband and I have always tended towards these somewhat macabre but intensely stimulating locals (see our Argentina - June 29th, 2008 blog). No, we didn’t have sex on top of Jim Morrison’s tomb or rub the rather large “extension” of Victor Noir, but we did stride silently among the over 300,000 bodies not pondering death, rather cherishing life.
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