They've corded the grave off. Once upon a time there was a bust of Jim Morrison here... Nobody was smokin sliffs and singing Doors songs. I was humming them to myself... that is, until we found Edith Piaf's grave. Then I wished I'd bought flowers. So did Jean-Guy... but there was another grave HE was more interested in.
Something is written at the bottom... in Grec? What does it say?