(Matthew 23:27 King James Version) Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye are like unto whited sepulchres, which indeed appear beautiful outward, but are within full of dead men’s bones, and of all uncleanness.
During 9-11, I was working at the Center for Victims of Torture. The wars in Iraq and Afghanistan had been started by George W Bush (43) and some of us were onto the fact that the rationale for attacking Iraq—the aluminum tubes shipment proving that Saddam was after nuclear bombs—was a fabrication.
At a monthly staff meeting, we played a game of guess what this phrase means? I suggested to our newish communications director that she used “whited sepulchre.” She did and when the meaning was unveiled and its target, GWB, our E.D. was not pleased at the partisan dig’ and the poor woman was given a reprimand. I thought it was a fantastic phrase and vowed to use it as often as possible.
In 2006 my husband and I stopped in Paris for a few days on our way back on the bullet train from a weeklong stay in a little town in southwest France—Plaisance. I have been to Paris a number of times. This time I wanted to visit Pere Lachaise Cemetery—a legendary resting place where many famous people are buried, encrypted or mausoleumed. We stayed overnight in a cheap hotel in the red light district near the Moulin Rouge and the art deco Metropolitain subway station.
I recommend going early in the morning to Pere Lachaise to get the best light and before it gets too hot, if you are visiting in the summer. We took the Metro by ourselves. No tickets or cost to go there. Just be respectful and be prepared to do a lot of walking on old narrow cobblestone paths that go up and down and around.
The Pere Lachaise Wikipedia entry details many of the famous people buried there. It also tells a great story about how the city got people to clamor to be buried there, despite the lack of blessing by the Catholic Church in the early 1800s. 
The most famous American, of course, is Jim Morrison. It took us a long time to find him because it is a simple gravestone hidden among tall sepulchres.
I was taken by all the beautiful sepulchre doors, lit magically by the horizontal morning light. I have pictures of many of them, which I mounted as my fanciful take on the long pretty door posters from Spain or Italy.
I was also interested in the columbarium niche holding the ashes of Richard Wright, African American writer of Native Son in 1940. He is one of many African American intellectuals who found some respite from the American version of racism in the 1920s and beyond and an artistic diaspora that was inspirational. https://jeparleamericain.com/2011/11/24/an-american-no-make-that-eight-in-pere-lachaise/
In 2013, my family went to Buenos Aires and the Recoleta Cemetery there, where Eva Peron is buried. I don’t think it compares.
Other states, other lives, other souls 