Reve:: I have been busy with school/finals/etc. and I haven’t been able to make daily confessions like I planned ;n; Sorry about that~
I will try to update on a more timely schedule from now on :)
Kraken: So, this isn’t lolita related at all, but it is relevant to one of the last confessions I posted, so I figured I’d share this story.
So, some of you may recall me mentioning that I was vacationing in London and Paris. Today, I went to the world famous Pere Lachaise Cemetery to visit the graves of my personal idol, Oscar Wilde, and one of my favorite musicians of all time, Frederic Chopin. I visited Chopin first for about twenty minutes and I was pretty horrified by what I saw in that short amount of time. It is a rule of the cemetery, as it should be, that you can’t disrespect the graves in anyway, including sitting, standing, or hanging off of them. These rules are written out clearly in several languages. Chopin’s headstone even has a fence around it, yet people were still putting their kids on top of his grave for photos and hopping over it to get pictures of themselves taken with it (usually sitting or leaning on it), but there was one incident where I couldn’t keep my mouth shut.
This southern guy whipped out a cigar, lighting it just for this picture, and leaned against his grave, over the fence. Ashes from his cigar were falling onto Chopin’s grave and the ground around it, which was kept very nice. I politely said “Um, excuse me, but you’re getting ashes on the grave and you’re not supposed to lean on it, anyway” he just rolled his eyes and shrugged me off, his friend continuing to take pictures and laughing about it. I then said “Wow, that’s not ridiculously tacky and disrespectful or anything” and again, I was shrugged off and dismissed. I was so tempted to rip the cigar from his mouth and throw it in the nearest trash, but obviously that would not have been a good way to handle the situation, so I just glared at him until they finally left after their stupid little photoshoot. When I left Chopin for Oscar Wilde I was so scared I’d see even worse at his grave, but the fencing around his headstone was much more intense so it wasn’t an issue. Along with that, there were children running around, screaming everywhere (another very clear rule is you have to be as quiet as possible) and crawling on top of graves as if they were jungle gyms, which their parents did absolutely nothing about. Apparently, very few people realize there’s a difference between cemeteries and playgrounds.
Anyway, sorry for the off-topic post, but I just found it ironic given the fact I posted a confession about people being disrespectful in cemeteries shortly before I left.