Carved in Stone
Montreal, Canada.
I meant to write yesterday, but instead I have been battling network problems, and shivering at the chill invited by lightning.
Would you believe me if I told you we spent a good part of two days walking through the Notre-Dame-des-Neiges Cemetery, looking for a particular tombstone? Why is it special? Have a look at the vertical pattern formed by the first letter of each line on the inscription. On the second occasion, we were better equipped, with the lot number, a map of the cemetery, a bottle of water, an apple, and a squashed banana.
There's something amusing about a cemetery this size (i.e. huge) - it's somewhat like a city, you have regions for the Italians, the Chinese, the Koreans, the French, the English, the Russians ... and that's not all. If you are rich, you can afford a massive tombstone, complete with statues and filigree, in a lot a great deal more spacious than the average fellow's, right at the top of a hill, so you can have a good view of the city of tombstones below you even if you're dead.
Most of the previous days have been spent filing in and out of cinemas. Movies seen include: Go (Japan/South Korea), The Quality of Mercy (short film, US), Heavenly Grassland (China), Kitty (short film, New Zealand) Leaving Metropolis (Canada), Erotic Tales: An Erotic Tale (Georgia); porn.com (Germany); On Top Down Under (Iceland), Cold Summer (Australia). Awards have been handed out too. Needless to say, I'm all movied-out.
Posted by sniffles at September 04, 2002 05:50 PM