Oscar Wilde is buried in the Pere Lachaise Cemetery in Paris, around the corner from where I’m staying.
To protect the monument from enthusiastic visitors who show their love for Oscar Wilde through defacement and vandalism :), a glass partition has been placed around his grave. People use pen, crayon, lipstick, chalk, whatever, to honor him with messages, many of which are Wilde’s own words, or close to them.
(“An idea that is not dangerous is not an idea at all.”)
(“I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read on the train.”)
