LONG LIVE THE KING.

It Was The Only Grave I Wanted To Visit At My Arrival On Père Lachaise Cemetery, In Paris.

I Had Recently Read The "Portrait Of Dorian Gray", So The Memories & Impressions Of Oscar's Writing Were Strong.

I Arrived Alone, Early In The Morning. Silence, A Chill Morning Breeze, Some Birds Here & There...

I Stood Silent As Well For Some Moments, Before Starting Taking Pictures.

There Was Something Deep, I Felt Really Emotional.

"I Have Nothing To Claim About Except My Genius", I Read Somewhere On The Wall & Laughed. How True, I Thought Afterwards.

I Left Relieved, Like A Big Task Had Been Completed.

Thank You Mr. Wilde, For Everything.

PetritO.