Le Cimetière de Passy

Lazy Sunday. That’s all I wanted this past Sunday to be. I wanted to bask in the freedom of having no responsibility for just one day that week and love the fact that I could hang out in comfy clothes all day and be free to kiss Max a million times.

It started this way until we both got bored. Lazy Sunday is not for two hyper adults.

We made grand plans to visit Studio 28 in Montmartre and visit the salon de thé right before seeing a film. We got dressed and ready to head out when I changed my mind. The thought of venturing many metro stops on a Sunday just didn’t feel like fun.

Why not something closer?

We still went outside, but we went to our neighbours place, Le Cimetière de Passy, the cemetery where the famed and fortuned were burried. The housing spot of many dead bourgeoisie.

I mentioned to Max while we were on our two minute commute, “Isn’t this how all good horror stories begin?”

A young couple just moves into their chic Paris apartment in the perfect location overlooking a cemetery. One day they decide to explore the cemetery and then many interesting things start happening in their lives…especially in the apartment.

Ghost stories aside, we were amazed. The tribute that has been paid to the dead is fascinating. Some families of 10 people were all buried together on a multi-level plot carved in stone, other plots had no one buried yet, but just a family name ready to accept it’s first guest.

The picture above is a gem of a gravestone. It reminds me to go out and explore life!