at Piaf's gravesite.
at Piaf's gravesite.
cleaned up grave.
way it used to look.
little Jim graffiti.
guard stands a few paces away.
circles Notre Dame in awe.
still threatened to soak Leslie and John, but they decide
to head out to Pere Lachaise cemetary anyway. After
all, the two reasons for this trip are out there, so
there's no time like the present. They grabbed a taxi
and headed out.
The guard at the cemetary
informed them that they could buy maps and flowers at
the little shop across the street. So the two went back
out and crossed the street to the shop and bought flowers
and maps. Leslie picked up a few postcards as well.
Leslie had waited so long
to visit Edith Piaf's grave that she was a little nervous
about actually getting there. When you look forward
to something for so long, and it's moments away, a part
of you can be nervous that it will be a little bit of
a let down. Fortunately for her, it was no let down.
Leslie and John visited at the gravesite for awhile
and almost simultaneously, the rain started just as
a tour group came up the hill. They left and the rain
started coming down a little harder. John still doesn't
have an umbrella, and once again mutters something about
buying one, while waving off Leslie's offer to share
They went off in search
of Jim Morrison's grave and found it with little
trouble. As everyone knows, the grave is reknowned
for being covered by graffiti, as is most of the
graveyard, from all of the Door's fans who come
to pay homage to Jim. But this day, there wasn't
any graffiti anywhere, and they had to rely on
the map to find the gravesite. Later, as they
wandered around the cemetary, they did spot one
image of Jim Morrison spray painted onto a tombstone,
but that was all they could find.
Leslie was surprised to find that the entire gravesite
had been entirely cleaned up and that there was a guard
posted at the site, supposedly to prevent anyone from
mucking the whole place up again. There were a couple
of young kids there trying to light a stick on incense
with a failing Bic lighter, but other than that, no
one, nothing. Just the guard.
After taking Leslie's picture
at the gravesite, John suggested that they move
on and they did. The two of them wandered around,
looking for famous names. They were lost most
of the time, not really caring anymore about finding
anyone. Eventually the mood of the place started
to get Leslie a little down in the dumps and she
said as much to John. He suggested that they hop
in a cab and go see Notre Dame.
| deCol's mood brightened
immediately, and hop into a cab they did. Before they
knew it, they were being dropped off next to the Notre
Dame Cathedral. deCol had been craning her neck from every
place in Paris trying to get a look at the place. It's
so large and formidable she could look at it for hours
and never really absorb the power of the place, even with
the front facade covered in scaffolding as they make repairs
to the old stone.
They got out of the cab
and decided to have a look around outside before going
in, because even though the rain had stopped while they
were in the cab, it looked like it was going to start
again. The rain clouds looked really threatening, so
they hurried around the cathedral and deCol could only
get a cursory look at the outside of the place before
they went in.
A gasp of breath escaped
from deCol as she stared, open-mouthed, eyes gaping,
at the inside of the cathedral. It was truly the most
breathtaking sight she'd ever seen. As she was standing
there, trying to take it all in, the rain suddenly came
down hard outside. The sound it made inside the cathedral
was very strange.
deCol and deJean wandered
around the cathedral for quite a long time. They contemplated
the idea of walking up the steps to see the view from
the towers, or to admire the gargoyles, but the line
of people waiting for the opportunity was very, very
long. deJean then declared this to be the Pas D'Ascension
Tour, and with that, they left to go eat and/or shop,
whichever came first.
They stayed on the Ile
de la Cite for awhile, stopped for a little drink at
a cafe and did a little shopping, and finally headed
back to the hotel to freshen up and change before dinner.
deJean and deCol were contemplating
going over to the Moulin Rouge, but neither of them
had the strength required for that kind of nights entertainment.
They both wanted to save their strength because tomorrow
they were going shopping on the Champs Elysees. That's
what they told themselves, anyway. They were really
both too lazy to get all the way over to the Monmartre,
it just looked so far away on the map. deCol justifies
all of this to herself by telling herself that none
of it is going anywhere, she'll go the next time she's
So instead, the pair wanders
off into the Latin Quarter to find a place to eat. It
was finally a lovely night, the weather was perfect.
It was a great night for a stroll and it seemed that
everyone is Paris was outdoors this night. There was
plenty to see and do and watch and admire and it all
just goes on and on.
realized that eventually they'd have to choose a
restaurant. They were on the Boulevard Saint Michel
and had just approached an intersection where Rue
Soufflot meets St. Michel, and there at the top
of the hill is the Pantheon. Another thing to come
back and see sometime. In the meantime, the road
to the Pantheon is lined with restaurants. deCol
chooses one based on whim alone, Les Fontaines.
deJean takes a look at the menu and confirms that
they'll have plenty of stuff for them to both enjoy.
| Once again,
the food in Paris nearly moves the pair to tears. By now,
deCol had taken to asking the waiters what she should
order, and they were always happy to make suggestions.
Tonight, the waiter suggested the duck with a hot pepper
corn sauce. Sure, bring it on. This restaurant had a real
party atmosphere to it, and they both relaxed into the
mood of the place, ready for a lovely meal.
deCol always enjoys an
espresso after a meal, but deJean begged her to forego
the coffee this one time, as he didn't want to be up
all night. It was 11:30 pm by the time they had finished
their meal. deCol agreed, but the waiter did not, and
tried to talk her into it. It would have been so easy
had deJean not put his foot down. "Alors!"
the waiter said, and left the table shaking his head
deCol sat back in her chair
and rubbed her stomach and said to deJean that she looks
pregnant after all this French food. One of the waiters
spyed her doing this and came over and said "You
are having a French food baby, you name it after me,
Phillip!", then another waiter came over and made
the same demand, and then another. There was quite a
crowd, and everybody had a good laugh.