We picked two residents from the Montparnasse cemetery's list, Jean-Paul Sartre and Samuel Beckett, then proceeded to wander the peaceful leaf-covered grounds looking for them.
Some tombs draw a crowd. Like this one, the tomb of Jean-Paul Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir. There were lipstick kisses on the tombstone, and small rocks held down a few handwritten messages.
Some tombs draw a crowd. Like this one, the tomb of Jean-Paul Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir. There were lipstick kisses on the tombstone, and small rocks held down a few handwritten messages.
Some tombs draw a crowd. Like this one, the tomb of Jean-Paul Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir. There were lipstick kisses on the tombstone, and small rocks held down a few handwritten messages.
The cemetery's simple layout should make finding an address easy, but the stone can wear, the tombs are several deep, and some hide the names around the sides. As I was struggling to find Samuel Beckett, a woman walked past, caught my eye, and silently pointed. It was Samuel Beckett. She knew who I was looking for in that neighborhood.
The cemetery's simple layout should make finding an address easy, but the stone can wear, the tombs are several deep, and some hide the names around the sides. As I was struggling to find Samuel Beckett, a woman walked past, caught my eye, and silently pointed. It was Samuel Beckett. She knew who I was looking for in that neighborhood.
The cemetery's simple layout should make finding an address easy, but the stone can wear, the tombs are several deep, and some hide the names around the sides. As I was struggling to find Samuel Beckett, a woman walked past, caught my eye, and silently pointed. It was Samuel Beckett. She knew who I was looking for in that neighborhood.
