Since I returned from the United States, the fall has been falling around me, and I would like to bury myself in the leaves and hide for a month or two. What would I see? Where would I be? What spirits would come out and sit with me if I were hiding in the leaves of Père Lachaise? The park of a cemetery calls out to me with its serene ode to peace.
Père Lachaise is evocative of a beauty in death. An exhibiton there that showed this same beguiling quality in other cemeteries around the world just ended. It is one I thought you might like to see...
Where, oh, where, would you like to be?
--Beth Arnold in Paris