張子芳／選譯

Remembrance of Things Past:Pere Lachaise Cemetery

Secretly I am glad that Pere Lachaise closes at sundown. During the day， the shady， tree-lined streets of the most elegant cemetery of Paris are peaceful; sunlight falls softly on Louvre-quality sculptures and filters through stained-glass windows. Birds flutter. Astray cat scurries by， Respectful onlookers consulting their maps make crunching noises through the fallen leaves. There is nothing amiss here.