A good travel partner can be hard to find. When you have a good one you stick with them. My German friend Manuela and I have been traveling together since we met taking a college class in Dublin in 1999. And sometimes, you have to take one for the team. She insisted on taking me to see a cemetery…in Paris. I wasn’t terribly interested in visiting a bunch of dead people when I had only 9 days in Europe at first. But, the photographer in me won out and looked forward to the photo opportunities creep factor or no. And a cemetery originally built in 1804 would surely have some great things to capture.
The weather cooperated despite the cold, very cold weather and periodic rain. It afforded me time to visit: Oscar Wild (whose grave had been broken sadly only days before by overzealous visitors), Edith Piaf (whose voice transcends her death), Amadeus Modiliani (who like many others only achieved fame after death), Eugene DelaCroix (whose work I only became familiar with while I was visiting Paris), Jim Morrison (I later saw the hotel where he passed away in Paris), Eloise & Abelard (One of the most interesting love stories I have heard in a long time), and various moving shrines to Jewish people who lost their lives in concentration camps from WWII.
The cemetery is huge something like 100+ acres! One could spend all day wandering through its roadmap. If there is anyone in particular you desire to see take a map or you will surely waste your time and get lost. Avoid the tour guides who accost your ear, come out of nowhere, insist on taking your money, unless you want to make quick work of the cemetery in order to make haste to a cafe or bistro.
Be aware if you choose this place as your final resting place, unless you are famous, you will be dug up and cremated after 100 years to make room for more!
This post is submitted as part of Cee’s Odd Ball Challenge!