I am going to try very hard to write and post an actual update before I start knitting, because once I start knitting, we all know that I’m not putting it down until I have to drag myself to bed.
In the last month+ since I’ve updated, I have:
- moved to a new apartment on the opposite side of the city
- spent a week in Spain
- gone to classes and done a lot of homework
But today, we’re just going to focus on today, because live in the moment, or something.
Today was supposed to be my first day back in class after a week off and a trip to Seville, but this morning I got an email from my history professor canceling class for today. This was a particularly good day for a surprise extended weekend because Taylor Swift’s new album came out, and it was actually sunny and nice out which is super rare for Paris and will only get rarer as it begins to rain and never stops. I decided to take advantage of the good weather and went to the Montmartre Cemetery, which is pretty close to where I live now, but still manages to be – I kid you not – uphill both ways.
Maybe it’s kind of morbid, but I really love cemeteries. The cemetery in Appleton is one of my favorite places on Earth, and I spent a lot of time there in undergrad. I predict the Montmartre Cemetery will similarly feature prominently in my life in the next year.
Interlude for a brief love letter to English adverbs. English adverbs, I love that I can put you ANYWHERE, thus making that last sentence possible. I wish French adverbs would let me do that.
The Montmartre Cemetery looks like a pretty typical French cemetery, which means mausoleums and lots of sculptures and ceramic flowers. It reminded me more of the cemeteries in New Orleans than any others that I’ve seen in the US. I’m not exactly sure what the Montmartre Cemetery’s claim to fame is, except that it’s the largest and there are a lot of famous people buried there. They have maps so you can track them down, but I opted to just wander this time. I found the grave of someone who was born in 1864 and died in 1966, and another grave with the name Luc Picard on it. I am choosing to believe that this is an ancestor of Jean-Luc, perhaps even the ancestor he was named after, but of course his grave wasn’t on the map of famous tombs. I’m sure it will be in another 450 years.
One of the most exciting things about the cemetery, though, is that there were cats! I’m not sure if this is just the cool place to hang, or if it was just because it was sunny and the gravestones were nice and warm for kitties to sit on, but I saw a bunch of cats. I will most definitely be trying to find cats on my future visits. (The next will probably be Saturday, which is Toussaint.)
And now, a picture of a cat on a tombstone. I like the idea of cats sunning themselves on my grave after I’ve died.