I went to Paris a few weeks ago to visit my fabulous friend Jill! And we visited at least one burial site every day that I was there. This began by accident, with trips to Pere Lachaise and Monmartre cemeteries, but then we just decided to EMBRACE the deathliness. I like travelling with themes in mind. That way, if say, you only have three days and during which you couldn’t possibly see everything there is to see in Paris, you can at least see most of the bones there are to see in Paris, and still feel like you’ve accomplished something substantive.
In addition to dead people tourism, we also went DANCING! and it was GREAT! because unlike other places in the world (ahem, Los Angeles) it was so much less of a scene and so much more about just DANCING! And also you can get a bottle of wine for, like, three euros, which is cheaper than a god damn shitty cappuccino in Londontown. This makes dancing even greater. Not uncoincidentally, I sustained a larger number of very minor but still inconvenient flesh wounds (got thumb stuck in door jamb, fell off curb and banged up knee, etc.) during my three days in the city of light than I normally do in, like, a year; and I also managed to ruin about one pair of stockings for each day that I was in Paris. Life is not easy when you are a fashionable young lady in a city where the wine is cheaper than the water!
ANYHOW, here are some pictures of cemeteries, etc.
