Paris, Part Four: A New Friend

Day four of Paris was much more relaxed than the previous few.

In fact, the only thing I had planned was to get up and go visit Jim Morrison's grave, but it turned into another day of wandering the city with Nadine, the 30 year old from Australia. After spending the previous three days primarily alone in the City of Light, an entire day with another person to talk to was a welcome event.

We arrived at the cemetery early that morning, expecting to go in and out very quickly. That didn't happen. It was the biggest cemetery I've ever seen. Well, not quite the biggest, but certainly the hardest to navigate. French cemeteries (famous ones, anyway) aren't quite like the ones back home. The first thing you notice is all the buildings. Rather than individual graves, there are family plots. There are the occasional single stones, which is what we went to see.

First on the list was Morrison's grave. You can see in the photos that it wasn't much, very minimal...I was unimpressed. Oscar Wilde's headstone was another story. His was more of a headBOULDER. Covered in lipstick kisses. I'm not really sure why, but it was pretty cool.

After we left the cemetery, Nadine and I revisited many of the things I had seen the previous few days, which I've already talked about. That's really about it for the day. We were out all day and she left at eight for London!