3 macabre

my family has a knack for gravitating toward the macabre when we are in foreign lands.

on a trip to paris a few years back, we bookended the journey by visiting the cimetière du montparnasse and crashing claude pascale's funeral.

thus, on my first day in london, it wasn't at all surprising that upon leaving the lovely little park into which i had stumbled, i realized that the bench on which i had been stretched out was, in fact, a tomb and the lovely little park was a cemetery.