I am back. For those of you who wondered, I was on vacation for the last couple of weeks visiting the motherland. And of course my relatives who still live there. Our trip took us to 5 countries in 12 days. Sounds a lot, is not quite that difficult to do in Europe. Everything is smaller there. Even the countries. On our last leg of the trip we visited Paris. We came to Paris early Thursday afternoon, and to much of the dismay of K., my significant other, the first thing, literally, before getting out of the car anywhere else in the city of romance, I make her go visit a cemetery to chase a dead guy. (In an existentialist, twisted sort of way, very romantic. Maybe not?) His name Dr. Samuel Hahnemann, the founder of homeopathy.
The cemetery he is laid to rest is unbelievably big and laid out in European fashion. Circular and not grids. So it took a while to finally discover the final resting place of the man who made my life "difficult" for the last two months in school. The monument Parisians erected for this man is a pretty sight. The sun shines once more on Samuel Hahnemann and Homeopathy. Other famous people laid to rest here include Oscar Wilde, Balsac Honoré, George Bizet, Jim Morrison, Moliere, Marcel Proust, Edith Piaf and many others. I will let the pictures speak for themselves. Enjoy.