OSCAR's HOTEL -in memory of OSCAR WILDE ! ( safe photo )E
On November 30, 1900, Oscar Wilde died in the back alley, run down Hôtel d'Alsace (now . remodeled & christened L'HOTEL ) , on RUE BEAUX ARTS in Paris.
It is just off the Seine, near Notre Dame.
Room 16 has the original furnishings including OSCAR's death bed and its 'only' 600 euros a night. The room has a balcony, receiving room, bedroom, and yes, even the original wallpaper remains.
Before falling so ill, Oscar stated, "I can write, but have lost the joy of writing". He spent much time wandering the Boulevards alone, and spent what little money he had on alcohol.
Wilde was sufficiently confined to his hotel to remark, on one of his final trips outside, "My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One of us has got to go." He passed away on November 30, 1900.
After several years, he was is buried in Pere LaChaise in a monumental tomb. The 'flying angel' is a depiction of Oscar.
It has been defaced many times. The most famous defacement is the missing humongous erect penis ( see photo ) . There are tons of rumors of its demise.
ADDA would like to give you insight to its more current defacement of the LIPSTICK KISSES. You see, since I've been going to Paris in the 1970s, Oscar's tomb is a necessary pilgrimage .
There have been many fun encounters, such as the author gentleman who's family purchased the plot across the way from Oscar's tomb. He will also be buried there, across from Oscar.
There was a cruising encounter with a young man trying to lure your ADDA among the graves behind Oscar. I'm sure Oscar Wilde would approve, though, I did not.
Though the BEST encounter is finding the person who started the LIPSTICK KISSES on the statue ! Yes, of course your ADDA would bump into the person who created such a madness of graffiti LIPSTICK KISSES. ( Now, to prevent further defacement, OSCAR's tomb is now encircled by a clear protective barrier. )
So, WHO started this LIPSTICK KISSES GRAFFITI phenomenon?
A twisted , bizarre woman would visit the tomb almost every day. It was after the third time in one month I noticed IT WAS the same 30ish woman who approached OSCAR's tomb and left a note and gave the tomb a fresh LIPSTICK KISS . (It is easy to notice there are lipstick kisses that are the SAME COLOR on the tomb.)
On the third chance of spotting this woman, ADDA decided to approach the person, and 'chat'. I presented myself as an admirer of OSCAR WILDE, and I presume 'you are , too'.
OH MY...she opened her mouth, if one can call that it, for it had the most jumbled array of teeth one has ever seen. It looked like a cavern of stalagmites. My eyes must of popped out of my head in amazement and disgust. She did not notice that for her eyes were rolling every which way. She spoke in the most alien speak one has ever heard. The woman was a true 'case'. Needless to say, being ever so frightened, I took a few steps back for she clearly was someone that should not be approached.
She gibbered incomprehensibly, then frantically whipped out her lipstick, put it on, and kissed the tomb..... matching the many other times she did the same thing.
I was completely taken aback for she seemed to forget that I was next to her. She lovingly touched the tomb, and then walked away, still chatting to herself.
It dawned on me, that this person has found love and adoration in Oscar Wilde's tomb for clearly it would be incomprehensible that anyone would be able to form a connection with this person. In her fantasy world, she has found her friend. Her lover. OSCAR WILDE, was the sole recipient of her 'alien tears'...and 'outcast mourning',
. .
on OSCAR's tomb is an epitaph FROM The Ballad of Reading Gaol,
And alien tears will fill for him
Pity's long-broken urn,
For his mourners will be outcast men,
And outcasts always mourn.
OSCAR's HOTEL -in memory of OSCAR WILDE ! ( safe photo )E
On November 30, 1900, Oscar Wilde died in the back alley, run down Hôtel d'Alsace (now . remodeled & christened L'HOTEL ) , on RUE BEAUX ARTS in Paris.
It is just off the Seine, near Notre Dame.
Room 16 has the original furnishings including OSCAR's death bed and its 'only' 600 euros a night. The room has a balcony, receiving room, bedroom, and yes, even the original wallpaper remains.
Before falling so ill, Oscar stated, "I can write, but have lost the joy of writing". He spent much time wandering the Boulevards alone, and spent what little money he had on alcohol.
Wilde was sufficiently confined to his hotel to remark, on one of his final trips outside, "My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One of us has got to go." He passed away on November 30, 1900.
After several years, he was is buried in Pere LaChaise in a monumental tomb. The 'flying angel' is a depiction of Oscar.
It has been defaced many times. The most famous defacement is the missing humongous erect penis ( see photo ) . There are tons of rumors of its demise.
ADDA would like to give you insight to its more current defacement of the LIPSTICK KISSES. You see, since I've been going to Paris in the 1970s, Oscar's tomb is a necessary pilgrimage .
There have been many fun encounters, such as the author gentleman who's family purchased the plot across the way from Oscar's tomb. He will also be buried there, across from Oscar.
There was a cruising encounter with a young man trying to lure your ADDA among the graves behind Oscar. I'm sure Oscar Wilde would approve, though, I did not.
Though the BEST encounter is finding the person who started the LIPSTICK KISSES on the statue ! Yes, of course your ADDA would bump into the person who created such a madness of graffiti LIPSTICK KISSES. ( Now, to prevent further defacement, OSCAR's tomb is now encircled by a clear protective barrier. )
So, WHO started this LIPSTICK KISSES GRAFFITI phenomenon?
A twisted , bizarre woman would visit the tomb almost every day. It was after the third time in one month I noticed IT WAS the same 30ish woman who approached OSCAR's tomb and left a note and gave the tomb a fresh LIPSTICK KISS . (It is easy to notice there are lipstick kisses that are the SAME COLOR on the tomb.)
On the third chance of spotting this woman, ADDA decided to approach the person, and 'chat'. I presented myself as an admirer of OSCAR WILDE, and I presume 'you are , too'.
OH MY...she opened her mouth, if one can call that it, for it had the most jumbled array of teeth one has ever seen. It looked like a cavern of stalagmites. My eyes must of popped out of my head in amazement and disgust. She did not notice that for her eyes were rolling every which way. She spoke in the most alien speak one has ever heard. The woman was a true 'case'. Needless to say, being ever so frightened, I took a few steps back for she clearly was someone that should not be approached.
She gibbered incomprehensibly, then frantically whipped out her lipstick, put it on, and kissed the tomb..... matching the many other times she did the same thing.
I was completely taken aback for she seemed to forget that I was next to her. She lovingly touched the tomb, and then walked away, still chatting to herself.
It dawned on me, that this person has found love and adoration in Oscar Wilde's tomb for clearly it would be incomprehensible that anyone would be able to form a connection with this person. In her fantasy world, she has found her friend. Her lover. OSCAR WILDE, was the sole recipient of her 'alien tears'...and 'outcast mourning',
. .
on OSCAR's tomb is an epitaph FROM The Ballad of Reading Gaol,
And alien tears will fill for him
Pity's long-broken urn,
For his mourners will be outcast men,
And outcasts always mourn.