Pere Lachaise

I really couldn't be bothered going to Pere Lachaise. What do I care about Jim Morrison's grave? I did like the doors, but only after the movie, so i don't think that counts. BUT, Andrew really wanted to go, so it was only fair. When we got there I almost just had him go to Jim's grave without me while I waited at the entrance. Andrew insisted I join him and I am so glad I did. I forgot how much I really love cemeteries (that is so sick). I forgot that some of my favorite photos are from cemeteries (evidence here and here).
I promise I did not walk on any graves to get these photos. I may have walked very close, but not on top. Jim Morrison's grave was kind of a bust (well actually it was supposed to be a bust of Jim, but apparently it got stolen). The people standing there (and there were lots) were much more interesting than the grave itself.

Chopin's grave was much more beautiful. Andrew asked me if I knew who Chopin was.
"Excuse me? Yes, I know who Chopin is. Gaaaaahhhhhhd! How rude. He plays music, right?"

We spent about an hour just wandering through the crowded aisles of graves, taking lots of pictures.

Then it started to rain (it rained quite a bit while we were there). Then it started to rain even harder. So we headed out to a cafe around the corner to have cafe au laits and a croque monsieur.


ps. i had to do them smaller, because the i couldn't deal with them not being square, plus i noticed the others were cropped. damn you blogger.