Diary
Rosemary Dinnage: In Paris, 2 February 1984
“... Death: in Père-Lachaise cemetery death has no sting. A small city on a beautifully wooded hill, it has more of the feeling of a park in the English sense than formal French parks. Those French vaults like little stone telephone kiosks somehow have no feeling of death, and though it is claimed that the place is not well tended and is used as a ... ”