After our trip to the catacombs we decided to continue our macabre-themed day by taking a brief tour of Père Lachaise cemetery before going to the St. Paul métro stop and meeting my friend from England for a falafel.
The entire short 45 minutes we were there was spent on a quest to find and kiss the grave of Oscar Wilde. After a few wrong turns and a few stops for pictures we finally found the grave. It was just as I expected it, covered in lipstick from past kisses and little notes from past visitors wanting to leave their mark on the grave of the writer who left his mark upon them. The front had fresh roses and lilies, also from visitors, and a single candle stood before a plaque noting that the plot was a national monument.
And so we did what we came to do: we each of us in our turn walked up to the grave and kissed it after asking for a wish to be granted. I thought that my wish would be one of those ones that I would instantly know the minute I set eyes on the stone of his grave, but it ended up being one of those pointless ones I've wished for at birthdays and while passing over bridges and holding my breath.
I guess some things don't change.
The entire short 45 minutes we were there was spent on a quest to find and kiss the grave of Oscar Wilde. After a few wrong turns and a few stops for pictures we finally found the grave. It was just as I expected it, covered in lipstick from past kisses and little notes from past visitors wanting to leave their mark on the grave of the writer who left his mark upon them. The front had fresh roses and lilies, also from visitors, and a single candle stood before a plaque noting that the plot was a national monument.
And so we did what we came to do: we each of us in our turn walked up to the grave and kissed it after asking for a wish to be granted. I thought that my wish would be one of those ones that I would instantly know the minute I set eyes on the stone of his grave, but it ended up being one of those pointless ones I've wished for at birthdays and while passing over bridges and holding my breath.
I guess some things don't change.
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