Ever since I fell in love with Recoleta Cemetery I’ve wanted to go to Père Lachaise in Paris and last Sunday afternoon I got my chance: a tantalising hour and a quarter before rushing off to get the Eurostar back to London.

I didn’t get far – just up one avenue and round the corner – doing my usual thing of peering into each tomb, looking right and left then up, in search of reflections. Modest stained glass and lots of trees gave new possibilities. I love how the leaves and sky here dissolve into a watery illusion, the cross floating appropriately upstream on its Journey.