I’m not posting these photos quite in order this time around but there is a reason. On Sunday morning I went to Cimetière du Père-Lachaise, the largest cemetery in Paris. I had planned to visit because I heard it was beautiful; Oscar Wilde, Jim Morrison as well as countless famous French artists and poets rest there but despite that, I didn’t have anything in particular I felt I needed to see. It was simply near our hotel, I fancied the walk and thought I might have the chance to take some nice pictures.
Strangely though, despite only having less than an hour to explore over 110 achres, amongst many thousands of plots, I was taking a photograph (third down) and suddenly realised that the grave central to the shot belonged to the Keating family. Such a beautiful structure, I took a few more pictures and without really thinking, stopped for a quiet private prayer.
When I arrived home from Paris later that day, I heard the sad news that an uncle of mine in Ireland had passed away the day before. Today my father is attending the funeral and today I wondered whether my stumbling across a Keating family grave that day in Paris was maybe more than just coincidence. We are both thinking of the Irish side of our family this evening, goodbye Brian.