Montparnasse cemetery and catacombs of Paris. Parisian burials II

Montparnasse Cemetery, or as it was once called the “Southern Cemetery,” was founded in 1824 on the southern outskirts of the city. Since the city significantly expanded its borders, the cemetery has been located almost in the center of the city, where it remains to this day.

But not always, the Montparnasse cemetery was a cemetery. Several centuries ago, namely until the 17th century, there were several large farms here. The memory of these farms is immortalized in the form of a huge mill, which is still preserved in the cemetery.

In the 17th century, the land on which the farms stood was purchased, and a monastery was formed in their place. The first burials of monks appeared on this land at the monastery. Later, after the reform of Prefect Frochot, the entire territory of the monastery was given over to burial grounds.

At the beginning of the formation of the cemetery, it was planned to bury people only from the left bank of Paris, and the places on it were even rented out for temporary use. But over time the rules have changed. The number of burials increased very quickly, and the land began to be sold only for eternal use.

The cemetery was not always in the condition in which many modern Parisians, French and visitors to the city are accustomed to seeing it today. From an ordinary cemetery, which many of us are accustomed to, into a beautiful park, it turned into a beautiful park in the 19th century and remains in this state to this day.

During the construction of Raspail Boulevard, part of the cemetery was destroyed, and in that place to this day there are art workshops, souvenir shops and even houses.

You can get to the cemetery from Edgar-Kinet Boulevard, where the main entrance to the cemetery-park is located. For those who are here for the first time, you can ask the guard for a map of the park.

All paths and alleys in the cemetery are paved with tiles; along the alleys there are benches where you can take a breather during, for example, a lunch break. Many of the locals do just that. Here you can see an office clerk who went out to get some fresh air at lunchtime, and a mother with a stroller and children playing.

Many famous people are buried in the cemetery, and local residents claim that about twenty of them are even world famous. For example, Alexander Alekhin, Charles Baudelaire, Simon Petlyura, Paul Deschenel and many others.

Charles Baudelaire is a world-famous French poet and critic. Some of his most striking works are “Flowers of Evil” and “Artificial Paradise”. Very clearly describes the state of people who use hashish. He had an addiction to opium, which he overcame, and treated drugs with contempt.

How to get there?

Finding the Montparnasse cemetery will not be difficult. The area in which it is located is quite famous in Paris. This is the well-known Boulevard Edgar Quinet 3. You can get there by , you need to take the line that will take you to Montparnasse station. This can be line M4, M6, M12 and M13. Another, but more expensive way is a taxi.

Entrance to the cemetery is free, so everyone can visit it. 

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Montparnasse cemetery or Montparnasse cemetery(fr. Cimetière du Montparnasse listen)) is one of the most famous cemeteries in Paris. Located in the southern part of the city, in the Montparnasse district (14th urban arrondissement). Founded in the city on the site of former farms, at first it was called “ Southern Cemetery».

Famous people buried in the cemetery

Politicians

  • Shapour Bakhtiar, 74th Prime Minister of Iran
  • Porfirio Díaz, 29th, 31st and 33rd President of Mexico
  • Simon Petliura, 2nd Chairman of the Directory of the Ukrainian People's Republic
  • Deschenel Paul, 11th President of France

Scientists

  • Raymond Aron, philosopher, political scientist, sociologist and essayist
  • Vidal de la Blache, Paul, scientist - geographer
  • Jean Baudrillard, cultural critic and postmodern philosopher
  • Galois, Evariste, eminent French mathematician
  • Émile Durkheim, thinker, sociologist
  • Jules Dumont d'Urville, geographer
  • Edgar Quinet, historian
  • Gustave Gaspard Coriolis, mathematician, engineer and scientist
  • Antoine Auguste Cournot, economist, philosopher and mathematician
  • Charles Louis Alphonse Laveran, physiologist
  • Pyotr Lavrov, publicist, ideologist of Russian revolutionary populism
  • Pierre Larousse, encyclopedist, compiler of the famous dictionary
  • Gaston Maspero, Egyptologist
  • Orfila, Mathieu Joseph, eminent chemist
  • Jules Henri Poincaré, mathematician
  • Emil Cioran, Romanian thinker-essayist

Writers, playwrights and poets

  • Arago, Etienne, French playwright
  • Théodore de Banville, poet, playwright
  • Samuel Beckett, writer and playwright
  • Aloysius Bertrand, poet
  • Emmanuel Bove, writer and artist
  • Simone de Beauvoir, writer and philosopher
  • Charles Baudelaire, poet
  • Bourget, Paul, writer
  • Marguerite Duras, writer
  • Susan Sontag, novelist, essayist, literary critic
  • Jouve, Pierre Jean, poet
  • Eugene Ionesco, writer
  • Paul Bourget, writer
  • Cesar Vallejo, Peruvian poet, rebel and innovator
  • Serge Gainsbourg, poet and bard
  • Charles Marie Joris Huysmans, writer
  • Robert Desnos, poet, writer and journalist
  • Julio Cortazar, writer
  • Lacaussade Auguste, poet
  • Maurice Leblanc, writer
  • Pierre Louis, writer
  • Guy de Maupassant, writer
  • Jean-François Revel, philosopher and writer
  • Jean-Paul Sartre, writer
  • Charles Augustin Sainte-Beuve, writer
  • Henri Troyat, writer of Russian and Armenian origin
  • Tristan Tzara, poet
  • Leon Paul Fargue, writer
  • Manes Sperber, writer

Painters, sculptors, architects

  • Baldaccini, Cesar, sculptor
  • Frederic Bartholdi, sculptor, author of the Statue of Liberty
  • Constantin Brâncuşi, sculptor
  • William Bouguereau, painter
  • Émile Antoine Bourdelle, sculptor
  • Charles Garnier, architect, creator of the opera house in Paris
  • Goretsky, Thaddeus Antonovich, artist
  • Houdon, sculptor
  • Dalou, Jules, sculptor
  • Gerard, François Pascal Simon, artist
  • Giraud, Jean, illustrator
  • Baltasar Lobo, Spanish sculptor
  • Flint, Pinhus, artist
  • Henri Laurent, sculptor
  • Man Ray, surrealist artist
  • François Rude, sculptor
  • Chaim Soutine, artist
  • Henri Fantin-Latour, artist
  • Ossip Zadkine, sculptor
  • Jules-Clément Chaplain, sculptor and medalist

Singers, musicians

  • Michel Arnault, French chansonnier
  • Serge Gainsbourg, singer, composer, director, actor
  • Vierne, Louis Victor Jules, organist
  • Olivier Greif, composer and pianist
  • Auric, Georges, composer
  • Jean Pierre Rampal, flutist
  • Cesar Franck, composer
  • Camille Saint-Saëns, composer
  • Fernando Sor, Spanish composer and guitarist
  • Clara Haskil, pianist

Actors, directors, cinematographers

  • Alkan, Henri, French cinematographer
  • Dorval, Marie, French actress
  • Philippe Noiret, actor
  • Montes, Maria, French actress
  • Aumont, Tina, French actress
  • Maurice Pialat, film director
  • Yves Robert, director
  • Enrico, Robert, actor and director
  • Serge Reggiani, actor and singer
  • Eric Rohmer, film director
  • Delphine Seyrig, actress
  • Jean Seberg, actress
  • Gérard Oury, comedy film director
  • Jacques Demy, film director

Others

  • Alexander Alekhine, chess player
  • Brassaï, photographer
  • Ivan Gagarin, Catholic priest, writer
  • Alfred Dreyfus, officer
  • Adolphe Pégu, aviation pioneer
  • Charles Pigeon, inventor
  • Lev Polugaevsky, chess player
  • André Citroën, founder of the automobile company
  • Ernest Flammarion, publisher
  • Gisele Freund, photographer
  • Sergei Shchukin, Russian merchant, art collector of the early 20th century
  • Etzel, Pierre-Jules - French writer and publisher.

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Montparnasse Cemetery The Montparnasse Cemetery (Cimetiere du Montparnasse) is one of the most famous cemeteries in Paris. Founded in 1824 on the site of former farms, and at first it was called “Southern Cemetery.” The cemetery is active and every year more than a thousand new graves appear on it. Many French

The Montparnasse cemetery, located in the southern district of Paris of the same name, resembles less a burial place than a city park - people walk here, pass through the cemetery freely, “cutting corners.” Its size is small, but its fame is much more significant.

The cemetery in this part of the city appeared in 1824 and was initially called Yuzhny. In the first decades of its existence, it did not stand out as anything special. However, since the end of the 19th century, the Montparnasse quarter, due to the low cost of living, became unusually attractive for poor artists, sculptors, and writers. The names of many of them became famous, and the ashes of the world celebrity were buried in the local cemetery. Soon the cemetery became a prestigious resting place - not only cultural figures, but also famous politicians and scientists were buried here.

That is why the list of names carved on the tombstones of Montparnasse is so diverse. Lying here next to each other are the Prime Minister of Iran Shahpour Bakhtiar, the President of Mexico Porfirio Diaz, the ideologist of Ukrainian independence Simon Petlyura, and the founder of the largest French automobile company Andre Citroen. And nearby are mathematician Gustave Coriolis, encyclopedist Pierre Larousse, poet Charles Baudelaire, writers Guy de Maupassant and Jean-Paul Sartre, chess player Alexander Alekhin.

Cemetery monuments are often quite unusual. Here is the tombstone over the grave of the inventor of the gas lamp, Charles Pigeon: under this very lamp, on a bronze bed sculpted in every detail, the inventor’s wife sleeps, and Pigeon himself is reading a book nearby.

The traditions of the cemetery are equally unusual. Fans of the bard, actor and director bring cigarettes and lighters to the grave of Serge Gainsbourg, the “French Vysotsky”. In addition, there are always heads of cabbage on the gravestone - it is believed that Gainsbourg’s head resembled this vegetable.

The cemetery fully plays the role of a city park: in good weather, mothers with strollers always walk here, clerks from neighboring offices sit on benches and snack on sandwiches. Tourists are also taken care of here: in the security house at the entrance you can get a free map of the cemetery.

On Sundays, the market is occupied by representatives of various professions, and it turns into a clothing market: fashion designers crowd with artists, so there is something to see here.

On the south side of Boulevard Edgard-Quinet is the main entrance to Montparnasse cemetery- a city of the dead full of sadness, with a string of miniature temples, bleak and bizarre, and many illustrious names, from Baudelaire to Beckett and from Saint-Beuve to Saint-Saens.

A booklet with a map of the cemetery can be obtained from the security guard at the entrance. To the right of the entrance on Boulevard Edgard-Quinet there is a grave where the couple Jean-Paul Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir(the last decades of his life Sartre lived on Boulevard Raspail). Down along Avenue West, which runs along the inner western wall of the cemetery, are buried Baudelaire (who, in addition to the monument on this grave, also has an even more impressive monument in the same cemetery near the Rue Émile-Richard, on the Avenue Transversal) and the sculptor Ossip Zadkine.

Pierre Laval, a member of the Pétain government who, at the end of the war, after an unsuccessful suicide attempt, was executed for treason, is also buried nearby. You can pay tribute to Prudhon, the anarchist who made the famous saying “Property is theft!”, His grave is located in sector No. 2, near the central ring road, and next to him is buried the photographer of Hungarian origin Brassai. In the southwest corner of the cemetery there is an old watermill, where one of the 17th-century taverns was located; it is loved by the riotous, poetry-writing students who are believed to have given the name to this quarter.

The eastern end of the cemetery runs across the road: in its northern corner is a grave topped by a version of Brancusi's The Kiss, a poignant expression of sadness. Fans of exotic tombstones can head to the cemetery's inner wall along Avenue Boulevard (parallel to Boulevard Raspail). Here lies the inventor of the safe gas lamp, Charles Pigeon: on the tombstone he lies in bed next to his sleeping wife and reads a book in the light of his invention.

If you are ready to spend some more time in the kingdom of the dead, you have the opportunity to descend into the deep Paris catacombs, the entrance to which is located next to the cemetery on Place Denfert-Rochereau, which was formerly called Place Enfer ("Hell Square").

Initially, the Parisian catacombs were simply part of a huge limestone underground quarry, where, due to a lack of space for new burials, the remains of a huge number of citizens from the old Parisian cemeteries were transported by decision of the municipality between 1785 and 1871 (the main one of the cemeteries was once located in the very city ​​center, near the crowded Central Market).

According to a rough estimate, the remains of over 6 million people are buried here - this is twice the current population of Paris, not counting the suburbs. Along a long passage in the catacombs, femurs are stacked end to end, forming a wall into which, a little further, small bones are randomly piled.

These high makeshift walls also house skulls and tablets, on which you can sometimes read funny inscriptions like the following: “Happy is the one who always has the hour of his own death before his eyes and who prepares for it every day.” Older children usually show interest in this journey, although you have to walk a lot, about 2 kilometers. At worst, you may develop claustrophobia, especially in the afternoon when the dungeon is crowded and, God forbid, you find yourself squeezed on both sides by screaming teenagers.

The catacombs can be quite cool and dirty underfoot, so think about how you should dress: you won’t feel comfortable here in a T-shirt and flip-flops. Also pay attention to the uniformed employees (gardien) - their duties include stopping the attempts of trophy hunters to steal some bones, as well as monitoring the actions of young people who try to quietly slip away to arrange a midnight Sabbath in the dungeon at night in the Gothic style .

The area located to the west of Place Denfert-Rochereau is also worthy of attention. On Rue Dugger you'll see a bustling food market, as well as some interesting architecture near the Montparnasse Cemetery.

Underground Paris

In September 2004, while exploring the underground galleries under Chaillot Palace, Parisian police stumbled upon a secret underground room. It was a huge hall with an area of ​​400 square meters, equipped as a cinema hall and run by a club for fans of “black films”.

Once this information was leaked to the press, a certain group of slum dwellers became the focus of media attention. It turned out that, starting in the 1980s, hundreds of French cataphile diggers held a variety of events in the dungeon, from parties and art exhibitions to festivals, including, as they say, orgies. Experienced experts in underground galleries spoke about skillfully painted walls and a huge hall with columns called “The Beach”.

In fact, the underground galleries under the Chaillot Palace are only part of an extensive system of tunnels dating back to the Middle Ages, when gypsum and limestone for the construction of buildings were mined directly from the ground under the feet of the townspeople, so we can say that Paris was built as a reflection of what was underground. Today, more than 300 kilometers of such underground tunnels lie under the city, there are especially many of them on the Left Bank in the 5th, 6th, 14th and 15th arrondissement, where the Great Southern Quarry stretches for 100 kilometers.

Another such separate quarry is hidden under the 13th arrondissement, and about the 16th arrondissement it is usually said that its soil is similar to the French Gruyère cheese. In the 1770s, a royal commission, which discovered that many of the city's quarry buildings were tottering and even collapsing, decided to draw up a list of quarries and strengthen the most dangerous ones.

Large underground galleries were laid along the main city roads, and the voids in them were filled with soil. Today, some of these “underground streets” have been preserved, but those that ran above them have already disappeared. Some believe that the small number of high-rise buildings in Paris is due to the insufficient reliability of the city's soil.

In the 19th century, many of the underground galleries were used for growing champignons (called "Parisian mushrooms" in the markets), sometimes also for growing endive (a type of bitter lettuce) and brewing beer, and where it is located today