A recent burial. I'm told you have to live or die in the 12th arrondissement in order to be buried here and there is quite a waiting list.
Afterwards, lunch at the sidewalk cafe across the street.
A lovely way to spend a Sunday afternoon in a Paris!
1 comment:
I don't quite understand how there can be a waiting list to bury the dead.
As to your post title, isn't it fun how Father Thechair sounds so much more lovely when said in French?
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