Mon banc dominical / My Sunday Bench in Paris...in Père Lachaise.

  

If you ever find yourself in Père Lachaise, don't just follow the map to the celebratory graves. Let yourself wander. Look for a bench with its back to the world. You may just find a moment of Paris that feels entirely your own. There’s a strange peace here. Not eerie, not morbid, just deeply still. As if everything and everyone has already said what they needed to and now there's only listening left to do.