Because It's That Time of Year

          I've been waiting months—months—to post these photos, taken in Paris early this spring.
          I've noted before that the Père Lachaise cemetery is a rationalist cemetery, not much given to chills and creepiness. However, even Père Lachaise can rise to the occasion, delighting those of us with a macabre turn of mind:

Cheerful devil, isn't he?
(Monument to Victor Schoelcher and his father, Marc Schoelcher)

Kind of like putti…only creepy.
Monument to Etienne-Gaspard Robertson

Best bat in Paris, wings down.
I neglected to record the family name on this tomb.

      
          And finally, the photo I've been trying to get ever since I read about it in 2000 or so, but it was always being cleaned or restored or dusted or somethinged when I visited the Louvre to see it:

          This is the excellently keen alabaster statue of Death that used to live in the Innocents cemetery in Paris. The cemetery, a pestilential curse of the first order, is no longer there. Its inhabitants were removed and it was paved over to make a thoroughly dismal plaza that I hate to visit, although removing the residents and paving it did solve the stench problem.
          Happy Hauntings.