Last year when Steve and I were in Paris, we went to Père Lachaise cemetery for the fist time. It turned out to be one of my favorite things we did on that trip. Maybe it's just my inner goth coming out (it was only a matter of time, really), but this is one of the most fascinating places in Paris.So, this time we wanted to go back and take the boys. When we cheerfully announced that we were taking them to a cemetery, their reaction was "Can't we just stay home and play video games?" But, being the kind of parents we are, you know the type, the ones that forced you to see boring museums and stuff as a kid, we made them go anyway.
And surprise, surprise, they loved it. Jack especially loved it. He loved looking inside all the crypts and the broken down chairs and stained glass. And the crows were cawing and although it was a little more atmospheric when we were there in the rain last time, it was a great way to enjoy a sunny day.
In the cemetery. Where they bury dead people.
Go figure.
Max and Jack peeking into a spooky crypt.
The oldest headstone we found that day.
This place goes on forever, and feels like a city in and of itself.
Frolicking amongst the corpses.
The grave of Chopin. It was just before his 200th Birthday when we visited, so it was totally decked out.
And we had to visit the grave of Oscar Wilde, and even though I chickened out last year, this year I puckered up and made a wish. Hope it comes true.
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