After the Bookworm Cafe, Maureen suggested going for a walk through the cemetery. I'd been meaning to check it out, but it's a bit far from my usual walks, so I hadn't been yet (although we did pass by the outside of it our first weekend, on our long walk along the river). It reminded me quite a bit of cemeteries in Cyprus - not many trees or grass (unlike cemeteries in Toronto, which are often some of the lushest park space) and many elaborate graves (photographs of the deceased, elaborate floral arrangements - often in ceramic), and you could tell that space was at a premium, with family plots detailing a series of names, rather than individual markers for each grave.
Dinner was a bit of a failed experiment - I wanted to make something like a chicken pot pie with our leftover roast chicken. Although I could buy béchamel sauce right off the grocery shelf (so convenient!) there was nothing like a pastry shell or puff pastry in the freezer section, and I'm not equipped with enough baking supplies here to make pastry from scratch. So it was a collection of chopped vegetables, chunks of bread and chicken in a casserole dish baked with béchamel sauce - it took a long time to cook and was really too rich in the end to be worth it.
A Citroen, in what I thought was an appropriately bright citron colour
One of the stranger sights at the cemetery - a polychromatic plaster head, safely ensconced in a plexiglas box - is it the colouring or the box that makes it feel weirdly disembodied?
The village I grew up in was called "La Salette", and there isn't any real consensus as to why (there wasn't anyone French living there).
My favourite gravestone, possibly ever - just a big interesting rock with information carved on it, an little plants growing in crevices - like something from a bonsai arrangement, only bigger
A gravestone you wouldn't see anywhere other than in the Alps. Note also the Italian name - you really got a sense of the high Italian population in Grenoble while reading names at the cemetery.
An interesting "temple" with a view through to a cross-shaped window
Strange profusion of plaques and other "offerings"
Many plots were in disrepair, with stone structures subsiding or dismantled - a bit sad