Her voice is a force of nature, compelling the listener to sit down and be drawn in. It is beautiful and reverbs off the walls, seeping into corners and full of life. Her voice is something that's iconic, something that was like nothing else nor like whatever will be.
So, à sa vie.
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It makes me feel strangely good that her grave is so adorned. She really did have quite the tragic life, which is even weirder to hear about when you listen to her music, which is so full of life.
I know what you mean - her songs seem so optimistic... if there was anyone I'd have thought could escape death, it would be her.
Whenever I'm in a bad mood, I always put on one of her records. I ccan just sit back and listen to it and feel better about everything. I can't even attempt to describe her voice; it's just beautiful and now the quintessential voice when one thinks about French music or just chanteusses in general.
Edith can be pronounced in the English way (ee-dith) with no loss to your cred.
Go forth and pronounce!
Here's Edith's grave:
And Oscar Wilde's grave is covered in lipstick marks and graffiti, I'm afraid. A lot of the graffiti are his quotes and people saying that they love him and he's changed their lives, etc, but then there's also the "Jake woz ere" crap as well. Disgusting:
(I'm afraid the only picture has me, my sisters and my mom in it, but you can see the kisses on the statue)