There was no such thing as an invitation-only event in the Père Lachaise cemetery. A municipal property, any member of the public
was welcome to enter its gates during opening hours and wander, aimlessly or purposefully, amongst the innumerable tombs which
had been constructed on its slopes. Deploying an army of dark-suited security men with earpieces and military-style haircuts in
a wide perimeter around a freshly dug grave might erect a de facto barrier, but it was not going to hold Franck back.