Autumn

Our last day in France, so perhaps it’s appropriate we visit a cemetery. (Or maybe we’re celebrating Day of the Dead a little late this year.)
This is the rather odd cenotaph of Charles Baudelaire, whose actual grave is elsewhere in the Montparnasse cemetery. He’s got two effigies: squatting all scowly up top, and wrapped up like a mummy down below, and in the middle there’s this dog, or maybe an insect, with its head just below Beaudelaire’s elbows— it’s so eroded it’s hard to tell what it wa...