I was most excited to see two tombs in particular, however. The first on my list was the grave of Colette. I must confess that I’ve never actually read any of her works, but I am eternally grateful to her for discovering my hero, Audrey Hepburn. She once saw Audrey making a small English film and declared “There is my Gigi!” She demanded that Audrey star in the Broadway musical for her novella of that name, and the rest is history. Thanks, Collette. You make my list of favorite people.
The other site I really wanted to visit was the tomb of Oscar Wilde. My favorite play is The Importance of Being Ernest, and I also love An Ideal Husband and several other Wilde works. Whether I read his plays, see them performed live, or watch the movies, they never fail to make me laugh out loud (For a little taste, you can watch one of my favorite scenes from The Importance of Being Ernest). So of course I had to pay homage in the traditional way of Wilde fans: I kissed his tomb. After applying a little lip gloss and puckering up, here was my result:
I also appreciated seeing the monuments to Holocaust victims, especially after visiting Normandy a couple of days ago. On Thursday I was able to see the final resting place of thousands of young Americans, and today I was reminded of those they died to save. They paid the ultimate price to save others from ultimate suffering. We can never be grateful enough.