My daughter and I saw his tomb when we visited Paris (my favourite city) a few years ago.
You can see all the lipstick kisses on the sides of the tomb, made by the thousands of visitors who go there every year.
So with curious eyes and sick surmise
We watched him day by day,
And wondered if each one of us
Would end the self-same way,
For none can tell to what red Hell
His sightless soul may stray.
(Excerpt from The Ballad of Reading Gaol)