I spent Saturday morning in Paris with some old and new friends, visting Père-Lachaise, the famous French cemetery. Later, I was able to find some quality time with some lost contacts in Châlons-en-Champagne, where I encountered an amazing and inspiring parade and daylong festival. With only three weeks left on my tenure here, I am beginning to have trouble reconciling with my upcoming, inevitable, return home.
Cimetière du Père-Lachaise.
Victor Noir. Rubbing his junk apparently boosts fertility.
The tomb of Oscar Wilde.
Upon closer examination.
An incredibly moving sight.
Again, very, very moving, and overwhelming love.
Sing, girl, sing!
Costumes abound. Confetti covers EVERYTHING.
My bad. I didn’t realize I’d violated your personal space.
No better way to wrap this post (that’s a tremendous bag of confetti in his hand, by the way. It does not taste good when launched directly at your open mouth.).