Miniature meditations on the imagery I notice as my life moves me around my country and the world.
Saturday, February 6, 2016
Mysterious Parisian tomb
In the midst of every old city, and many new ones, you come across little strange inclusions whose histories are entirely obscure. In this case, on a little street in the Southern part of Paris, I came across a rather large triangular area of bare grass and dirt with this rather small tomb on a little mound in the middle. I saw no sign to say what it might be, but it is clearly cared for to some degree, and felt, on this bright summer day, like nothing so much as the resting place of some ancient vampire.