I guess the other highlight of the recent trip to Paris was a visit to the Peré Lachaise cemetery.
Not that I’m being all emo or anything, but there’s nothing quite like a good graveyard when you want to pass some time.
And given the audience my site tends to attract, perhaps some of you may be interested in having a little browse through the album.
Because, like the title says, nobody does death quite like the Catholics.
Oh, and as a little sidebar. It occurred to me while standing in front of Oscar Wilde’s grave that Crowley really did have very tender moments of genius every now and again.
After the French government had bolted a brass fig leaf over the angel’s wang, Crowley snuck in, chiselled it off and then proceeded to wear it hanging from his belt into the Cafe Royal back in London to thunderous approval.
Or so the story goes. If it happened, it was very nice of him. Hail to the freaks, indeed.
And if you’re interested, here is how I sneak a little magic into my muggle blog. (I posted about the visit there as well.)