My Man Ray mission was not successful, but not for lack of trying. I don't know how many times I circled the number on the map that showed his grave, wandered around in the interior and perimeters, and read names; I finally surrendered and got on with the rest of the day.
Even so, I enjoyed my wanderings around inside the Montparnasse Cemetery. As you can see, I particularly enjoyed seeing the many homages to Jean-Paul Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir.
I'd brought three small granite stones with rose quartz in them to put on Man Ray's grave. I kept moving, hoping eventually I'd find it. I even went back to the guard to ask. I was not alone. Others were searching too. I finally just decided to let go and enjoy the journey. There is so much beauty and sentiment in the old crypts, statuary, and mementos.
When I was ready to go I still had my 3 stones in my bag. I stood still, looked around and a splash of color caught my eye. I made my way over to the grave to see if maybe this rainbow colored wind catcher had been left for Man Ray? No, but I instead discovered a sweet little eight year old girl's toys, angels, stones, and name spelled out in stones with her date of birth and death. It has been four years since she passed. My Man Ray stones stayed with her at the base of her flower pot, surrounded by tiny plastic figures and other trinkets. It was meant to be.
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