Today was visit Frances largest cemetery day. Père Lachaise if you were wondering. To make things extra dreary, they were having the memorial services for AF 477 at the Notre Dame. Very tragic, but cool to able to be here and see it.
So to make sure that everyone was in good spirits before heading to Père Lachaise, we went to get some of the best gelato... known to man
me.
I love Amerino's. It is such a tender mercy in my life. If you get it in a cone... they make it in the shape of a flower!!
Not only does their gelato taste amazing, but it meets all my other needs.
Free water: Check
Clean bathrooms: Check
Seating without extra charge: Check
Ascetically Pleasing: Check
so good
At last, we ended up at the cemetery.
(Kylie, Ryan, and I)
Talk about a ghost town... har, har, har... ah kills me. I am too punny for my own good.
I live on the street named after them... so that is the relevance of this picture. Kylie and I had to show our respects.
And then Oscar Wilde... where would I be without all his witty quotes? That definitely is les bises worthy.
This tree was bleeding. The tree was BLEEDING, PEOPLE!!!
This tomb was open a little bit and I wanted to see what was inside... It was a lot deeper than I expected.
Here we have they Bigot family...I am sure they were really popular.
This cat, I don't know where it came from or what agenda it had... but it really creeped me out. Maybe it really did just decide a sieste in a cemetery is just as good as anywhere else, but I never see cats just walking around Paris unless they are drugged up, sitting next to a homeless person and this one was just lounging next to Chopin's grave...very curious.
So emo... So Pere Lachaise...
The End
3 comments:
Is it weird that I am so jealous of you seeing Chopin's grave? I'm even jealous of the cat!
It is not weird and I thought of you the whole time I was there. I thought...Dana would love this, she's going to be so jealous. And voila, I was right.
I wish I could say that was the first time I saw you groping a dead man. But I can't. My sense of humour prevents me.
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