If I was fortunate enough to be in Paris this weekend, I'd visit Pere Lachaise and Proust's grave. Instead, in Foxborough, we visit all the old "burying grounds." The grave of any soldier, from the Revolutionary war to the present, has a fresh American flag on it. Very touching, in the old, old graveyards.
Here are the links to some recent Proust blogs of note. I am still amazed how we are all reading Proust together.