So, in light of all the Proust discussions, I have decided to read Remembrance of Things Past. And to read it slowly and let it tumble around in my head - not like the mad dash of college when it had to be read by such and such date and , My God, how am I going to read all of this???!!!
Perhaps I'll take you on a journey with me. Perhaps you can come along with me.
Oh, and here is the grave upon which the Madeleine was placed. It's in Pere Lachaise cemetery and you should visit it sometime. It is amazingly beautiful, full of feral cats (including a ginger tabby who bit me on the nose that I named Mr. Puddintaine) and lush trees, and higgeldy piggely cobblestones. You'd also be able to see the final resting places of Heloise and Abelard, Chopin, Poulenc, and Modigliani, oh, and that rock star from The Doors. AND, you'll be in PARIS!
I love cemeteries. I suppose I should save this for a Wednesday post, but I do love them. I don't find them creepy, I find them peaceful and quiet and beautiful. I wasn't prepared for how beautiful Pere Lachaise would be. I snatched a few photos off of photobucket to prove it to you.