Today: perfect omelette for breakfast along with unworldly good fresh squeezed orange juice and such lovely dark coffee with caramel foamy cream. Then, The cemetery.... Maria Callas (a tiny paper piano adorning her place)... overwhelming sculptures of skin and bones victims of Auschwitz marking the sorrow that cannot be comprehended, Oscar Wilde and all those lipstick prints on his stone - so beautiful, Edit Piaf and a cat that was curled up, contented next to her stone, Gertrude Stein & Alice B. Toklas - their stone adorned with very exact stones and jelly beans, Moliere.... and of course, Jim Morrison - a sad sort of assortment of garbage perceived as gifts, weighing down the already overly heavy site.... This cemetery... ages old, is weighted by every year it has existed... the sky was dark and stormy the whole time we were there... and we were years heavier as we left it. Had to find lightness after that. Went to the banks of the Seine and ate baguettes with ham and cheese, drank ice cold Heinekens (I know - supposed to be wine... but that comes later) and watched the sun over the water and the boats flowing by - healed all our cemetery wounds.
Finished up with Mojitos with mounds of fresh mint leaves at a sidewalk cafe while wearing impractical shoes.... then "home" for the best meal of salami and cheese and tomatoes with a very good bordeaux.... then chocolate mousse while watching some ridiculous french tv show.
Now sleep. sleep. sleep. so much still to do and see............................xo