Pallas de Velletri
Alexandre le Grand
Oscar Wilde’s Gravestone. When I came to Paris many years ago it was covered with lipstick, but now they have cleaned it up and put a fence around it. I thought it was cooler when it was covered by lipstick. And I don’t want to be mean, but… come on, it is not a Bernini…
Rodenbach (I mentioned one of his books some time ago), leaving his grave like some sort of pacifist zombie, with a flower in his hand.
Heloise and Abelard
Midnight, at Menilmontant