Its been almost a week since I left Paris, but I think its time for my autumn day at the Père Lachaise Cemetery, round II.
So, as part of my ‘oh gawwwd I have to leave Paris for a bit and haven’t really seen it all’ panic, I jumped on the metro (or three) to the cemetery in the 20th, for a day of autumn leaves and gorgeous tombs.
Cemeteries have always fascinated me. In fact, in a way I actually find them fun. At weddings I always play little games or competitions to see who can find the oldest grave, the oldest person, the largest headstone etc. All with great respect, of course.
Père Lachaise Cemetery is not exception to that rule, except perhaps that its better than any cemetery I’ve ever had the pleasure of exploring. (Okay, twin it with the snowy Novodevichy Cemetery in Moscow, but that was just a bit weird.)
Each tomb is unique and personal, ranging from archaic style tombs to more modern styles. The air is still and calm and the trees cast gorgeous shadows that hide the rest of Paris. Its like a little oasis of fascination and winding paths. Some tombs are adorned with a thousand flowers and candles, others are mossy and cracked. Both are equally beautiful.
Until now I hadn’t noticed autumn in Paris. My little trip back to Durham at the end of October was full of autumn colours and blankets, but Paris seemed to be stuck in that eternal stage between the warmth of summer and the crisp leaves of autumn.
It was all a bit depressing to be honest.
I’m so glad that I got to see autumn before I had to take my little break from Paris life. The autumn oranges and reds match so perfectly with the busy boulevards and Paris street style is just so fabulous (think thick scarves and amazing overcoats).
Fingers crossed the spring will bring a whole new set of sights and excitement.