I thought I remembered pretty much the photos I took. But it turns out that sometimes, I forget them.
On one of my walks around Cimetière Montmartre, this year, I took the second photo which you can see whole and large here, and found it amazing that this poor broken guy had flowers on his tomb, broken as he was, and broken as the tomb was.
And surprise! This morning, on flickr, someone had chosen this other photo as a favourite, which made me think of posting those two photos together here.
This tends to prove that it’s never too late for people to remember you and bring you flowers! Or does it? 
LeoL30 potatochopped those two photos together! Thanks a lot.
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Great story. I’d like to visit this guy in June.
If Caesar can have flowers lain on his cremation site after all these years, why not this guy? I think it is nice.
That’s really in bad shape. Interesting about the flowers.
Don’t you love it when you come across a mystery like this? It opens up the imagination!
It’s always interesting to revisit your old photos. You never see the same thing in the same way; every photo is different !
I am touched by the tenderness of the gesture — the leaving of flowers where everyone else may have thought the days of flowers were over.
Like lighting a candle in a church, laying flowers at a site keeps the giver present even into the night and the next day and…
They’re both beautiful and evocative; the colors look hand-tinted.
Mystery or a puzzle? Isn’t it interesting, though, that we never see anything quite the same way each time. My mother told me that once — it is why she loves to go back through her photo albums.
I’ll try to remember where it is and show it to you