My college age daughter insisted that we visit Pere Lachaise on my first (and her third) trip to Paris. We found it hauntingly beautiful.
Being from the Midwest, I was first struck by the lack of green, there is no grass.
Of course, we had to see the iconic images - Oscar Wilde’s damaged and lipstick-covered sculpture, Jim Morrison’s grave with security. (after leaving, we pointed one person to his obvious destination, without asking where he was headed).
We hunted and hunted for the grave of Alice B. Toklas before discovering that she was buried with Gertrude Stein. We had to look at both sides of the headstone to figure this out.
These are my favorites, although I can only identify the Buchenwald one. It is my understanding but I might be quite wrong, that the graves here must be attended in some form or they risk being disinterred and the space used for someone else.