I had long wanted to visit Paris’ storied Père-Lachaise Cemetery. However, during past jaunts to the ‘City of Lights,’ the Eiffel Tower, Champs Elysées, and Notre Dame had taken center stage on my itinerary.
During our most recent trip to Paris, our hotel in Paris’ 11th arrondissement was a short walk from the cemetery. With blue skies overhead and the ground just starting to be carpeted with crisp, autumn leaves, Shawn and I decided to embark on what we thought would be a short 30-minute stroll through the cemetery named after Père-Lachaise, Louis XIV’s confessor. Our walk ended up lasting a bit longer.
On the way there, we dined outdoors at Mère Lachaise, a bistro-style restaurant whose name plays off the neighboring cemetery’s. (In French, père means ‘father’ and mère means ‘mother.’) Not surprisingly, the bistro’s cook whipped up scrumptious fare for breakfast: tasty eggs, two café crèmes, and crunchy slices of a fresh, golden baguette. Simple fare, but fantastique! We then passed through Père-Lachaise’s handsome gates to enter the cemetery, with its cobbled streets, hunter-green iron street markers, and graceful old trees.
Paying Tribute to the Cemetery’s Musicians
Père-Lachaise is Paris’ largest cemetery consisting of 118 acres (48 hectares) of headstones and mausoleums that mark the final resting places of numerous prominent writers as well as political heroes and war victims.
We chose to pay tribute to French chanteuse, Edith Piaf; Polish classical composer, Frédéric Chopin; and American Jim Morrison, the lead singer of The Doors.
Visitors who came before us had remembered these three musicians in different ways.
Piaf’s grave was simply adorned with roses.
Chopin’s was garnished with a Polish flag and hand-written messages from music fans. One person had drawn a treble clef on a rock and placed it atop a note so that it would not be carried away by the wind.
On Morrison’s headstone, someone had placed a green, clay lizard. A neighboring tree had a plethora of colorful messages and peace signs for ‘the Lizard’ scribbled on it, as well as “Welcome to the Other Side” and “Can You Show Me the Way to the Next Whiskey Bar?”
People from all walks of life ambled about the cemetery lanes. With brochures in hand and select graves marked, French and international tourists looked like they were on a scavenger hunt. Locals carried flowers and tools so that they could tend to graves. A lone young Parisian businessman walked through the little streets, with his lunch in hand. It seemed as though he was trying to escape the hustle and bustle of the city during his lunch hour.
Remembering Victims of War
In plot No. 97, near one of the cemetery’s outer walls, there stood countless memorials to the victims of Nazism and Fascism: copper statues with skeletal silhouettes, figures wearing striped concentration camp uniforms, stone hands to remember women who died in a concentration camp. Another wall remembered the 147 Paris Commune rebels who were executed there in 1871.
Symbolic Cemetery Architecture
Like a home with a door propped open to welcome visitors inside, some mausoleums’ iron gates stood ajar, allowing curious onlookers to peek within. One interior looked as though it hadn’t changed in a century. A wooden chair with a caned seat was placed just in front of the altar, as if waiting for descendants to come sit upon it and pay their respects.
Regrettably, many graves were dilapidated or covered in moss, their valuables long ago plundered. A number of stained glass panels were chipped away. Some of the iron forming their backbones twisted and bent inwards, causing the entire panel to angle.
I was surprised to even find a mausoleum bearing my maiden name’s French ancestor – Baillet. I gingerly cleaned the smoky glass with my finger so as to be able to make note of the names engraved inside.
Around each corner were quirky memorials that offered a glimpse into the life or interests of the person buried there: a cherry-adorned headstone for the composer of a song titled “Cherry Season,” a mausoleum fashioned like a miniature castle, and a copper cello placed on the grave of a musician.
Some headstones gave clues as to the physical appearance of the person buried there: the sepia image of a couple was emblazoned on one grave, their eyes staring back at us. Others had copper busts perched atop the gravestones. Another woman was depicted with a 1920’s bob hairstyle and a loyal dog at her feet.
We noted that every person buried in Père-Lachaise Cemetery had a unique story to tell — some led tragic lives. Others’ lives were full of happy days, or quiet, thoughtful moments. Some individuals laid to rest in the cemetery continued to be revered — even today — thanks to the gifts they left behind in the form of music or writing.
As we meandered back into the bustling Parisian boulevards, we remarked how imperative it is for one to chase his or her dreams and lead a meaningful life, how important it is to make the hyphen in between those two numbers the grandest of dashes…
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