J’adore Paris!!

Angela writes:

As we flew to France via Dubai on Wednesday and looked out the window at the harsh desert terrain below us, we were thankful not to be riding our motorcycles in the unforgiving heat.  Arriving in Paris we were welcomed by lush green fields and sweet smelling summer breezes as we walked off the airplane – can’t believe it didn’t get dark until 11 pm – j’adore summer!  J’adore Pareeee!!!!



We have spent the last five days walking the streets of Paris, strolling along the Seine River, crossing over ancient bridges, visiting churches, palaces and entertainment districts while drinking in all the history and architecture of this incredible city. We have dodged Romanian pickpockets, have navigated miles and miles of underground subway and have gorged ourselves on baguettes and fine wine!





We visited the Eiffel Tower both day and night, but decided not to go up it as the line ups were several hours long.  I did stand in line for an hour waiting for the Louve Museum to open and then I immediately made my way to the salon where the infamous Mona Lisa was on display.  I was one of five people standing in front of her two minutes after the museum opened it’s doors and I had the liberty to see her from each angle, as her smirking eyes followed me in all directions right – center – left – center, up and down.
 



On Sunday we made our way to the Pere Lachaise Cemetery where a security guard handed us a map of all the famous grave sites.  We started by visiting Oscar Wilde whose tomb was decorated in thousands of lip-sticked kiss prints from his fans.




We then made our way to the grave site of Jim Morrison, lead singer of the Doors where we discovered that it was the 40th anniversary to the day of his death!  We squeezed our way through the crowd to the front of the barracked headstone where there were flowers, cards and lit candles on his grave.  A group of guys were wearing black memorial t-shirts and most people stood there smoking an honourary cigarette.  There were some police officers present trying to get people from sitting or standing on the graves surrounding Jim Morrison but for the most part it seemed to be a peaceful and sharing atmosphere.