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Way to make a sandwich look bad...add mayonnaise like that
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Père Lachaise cemetery ooo
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| Famille Babe |
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The sticky gum gross tree by Jim Morrisons grave...
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| lil lady bug |
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| sturdy looking tombstone |
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| Oscar Wilde and his glass compartment |
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| Catacombin' it |
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| uuuuuugh humanssssss |
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| Sam getting some eyeless contact |
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| lana woz here '12 kzaaa |
So after that loooong wait without internet...crayzay. Funny just how long it takes them to swap a line over tho, surely, suuuurely it's not that hard! I still don't even have it, I'm babysitting and using the internet there.
Baaaaaack to the Paris novel I was getting into so long ago...(booo birthday gone for another year...) After where I left off last time:
Wake up! Not hungry just yet, so we head to the metro to be on our merry ways to our first desination...a local flea market! Not really the sort of thing you imagine doing on a trip to Paris, rifling through other peoples junk, but boy was it fun. Hit the old camera jackpot a few times! And Sam got a sweet denim shirt. After poking around, we stopped at one of the stalls for food, which was the garlic chicken stir fry stuff, but in a sandwich. A teeny bit of confusion later, we had it all ordered and sat down to wait. Hold on a minute. Our sammys seem to be arriving stuffed with FRENCH FRIES. It was awesome. Why not do this all the time you ask? I really don't know, come on England, catch on. We were sitting eating it, and Sam was taking a photo, and the guy who served us comes over and is like yeah yeah get me in that photo. Camera fail, would have been quite funny.
After that we headed off to do some morbid sightseeing, namely, the Pere Lachaise cemetary where the ole' lizard king is buried, and bunch of other fames like Chopin, Delacroix and Oscar Wilde are too. Jim Morrisons grave had to have a security guard for a while, as there were youngins taking drugs and boning on his grave. Ew! Rood! And Oscar Wildes grave has a glass case around it these days, due to ladies getting their lipstick on and kissing it. Now the kisses just cover the glass case, as you can see in the photo up there somewhere. It was a pretty crazy old place. We then moved on to morbid activity number 2.
The Catacombs under Paris... This, for some reason, I thought wouldn't have a line, so when we were looking for the entrance and saw a line going around the block I was like, 'nnngaaaaahhh, dam it.' But we had yet to get into a tourist line so we walked to the back and waited. We started talking to some American guy called Joey, and blahblahblah and the hour line was up. Down down down down down, 147 steps, which doesnt sound that long, but it was a stone spiral staircase going into the earth so, it felt like alot. Walking walking thinking ummm this is just a long tunnel of nothing really, then through a small room place and Whammo, you're in a corridor full, and I mean jam packed FULL(exclamation marks!!!!!) of bones. Back in Napolean days, he wanted more room on the surface so he moved about 6,000,000 dead Parisians down to the old mines unser the city. Why would we want to go see this? Not sure, but it really was quite amazing. I've never seen anything like it. I think it's about a 1.7 mile walk, and that's only a fraction of the tunnels, there's miles and miles, all under Paris, and sometimes people go in the non touristy part and neeeeeverrr cooooome ouuuuuuuuuuuut. No, I don't know if that is true, but it sounds like it could be. I listened to a radio show (graaaannn-nyyyy) about them before we went, and there's a group (probably many a group) dedicated to going through the lot, the dark, not ordered and organised parts daily. Crazy stuff. There were a few signs in english down there, one telling me what a 'tooth stone' was, and no, it's not made of human teeth, it's a weird gap stone that lets in fresh air. At the end there is slightly less stairs to climb to get out, and I can hear Sam and Joey talking up there like 'oh they're checking bags, who would want to steal this stuff!' and then we see the pile of skulls and femurs etc on the table behind the lady. I guess...
Yum time crepe time! We almost walked past it, cos I didn't think they did crepes, but the man at the stall heard me and was like no nooooo I doooo, so we went back, and it was so yum. Again, with the tourist photos, he wanted to be in the background holding up his arms like yeaaaaaaah. Camera fail.
Sam had found this show to go to, called 'How to become Parisian in one hour' that we booked to go to that evening, and after a bit of a hassle finding it - one of them, no lets just try down this street over here, or this street down here, or just one more street - we got there. It was pretty funny, really. This poor old Australian man got picked at the end to come up and 'demonstrate' what he had learned, the one thing I dread at comedy shows. being picked on by the comedian. I would 100% either throw up or walk out if they tried. Lame as hell I know. But eh.
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