PERE LACHAISE

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Paris, May 2006. The train emerged from the under-ground into startling daylight, then I was in Pere Lachaise cemetery. I didn’t bring a map: you can’t be lost if you don’t know where you’re going.
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Mr. Ophuls

By Jessica Zafra | March 14, 2008 - 12:00am

Paris, May 2006. The train emerged from the under-ground into startling daylight, then I was in Pere Lachaise cemetery. I didn’t bring a map: you can’t be lost if you don’t know where you’re...

Young Star