Autumn at Le Cimetière de Père Lachaise
Paris has been having pretty unseasonably warm weather (and seriously, I am not complaining), so even though it’s early October, the leaves have yet to change colors at a lot of the parks. Being as I reside in the desert back in the states, I was seriously looking forward to the reds, yellows, and browns of Paris.
And I finally found them on a particularly creepy day at the Père Lachaise cemetery, the biggest cemetery inside of the city of Paris and home to a lot of famous folks’ graves. (I visited Oscar Wilde’s and Edith Piaf’s.)
The cemetery was pretty deserted, so I took the opportunity to crunch some of the piles and piles and PILES of leaves that lined the roads.
It was immensely satisfying.
Until a rock got stuck in my shoe but. Yanno.
It was a great way to get into the Halloween spirit, not gonna lie. And now I wanna write a ghost story. I kept expecting to see some of Neil Gaiman’s characters drift out of the graves.
Would that have ever been awesome.
Have a great weekend, guys!