February 10th, 2008 – by: jdherrin
JR is search of Jim Morrison's grave
Well on Saturday February 9th we awoke refreshed and ready to tackle some more of Paris
. The first task of the day was to find Jim Morrison's grave. The graveyard was in walking distance from our hotel, so we ventured over around 11:30 am. Thinking that we understood the map at the entrance to the graveyard we wandered off in search of our treasure. After a little while of with no such luck, I ventured back to check another one of the maps while Michael and JR waited for me. Of course there were a lot of people walking around the graveyard with maps, but at the risk of seeming like complete dumb American tourists, we decided not to ask "Do you know where Jim Morrison's grave is?" Once I found the grave, I ran back to get Michael & JR and we viewed all that remains of one of rock's greatest legends.
The final resting place of the legend himself
Just as we finished taking pictures and began walking away, a french woman with a group of people approached me and asked if I knew were Morrison's grave was. All this time we had been avoiding asking any of the French people, who were walking around the cemetery, if they knew where his grave was because we didn't want to seem like ignorant Americans who were only there to see Morrison's grave and ignore all the other French people who were buried there, when really all the French people there were in the same boat. They didn't care who else was buried there, they were there for the Legend that is Jim Morrison. Once we left the cemetery we proceeded to the the largest outdoor market in Paris called St, Ouen market. We wandered around for a while, stopped and had crepes and paninis, and headed for the fabled Sacre Coeur.
JR at Sacre Coeur with the Paris landscape in the background
I had forgotten that Sacre Coeur , which is an enormous chapel, was located on top of a very tall hill. After the long climb up the endless stairs, we finally reached our destination. The climb was worth it. Not only was the chapel amazingly beautiful, but the view of Paris was breathtaking. From there we went on to see the Arc de Triomphe, a monument that was commissioned in 1806 to celebrate Napoleon's victory at Austerlitz. Today the Arc stands as a depressing reminder of the fact that an American, from Texas no less, dominated them for 7 long years in what is supposed to be "there sport". Starving and near death, we journeyed to a restaurant I had visited last summer called the Cafe du Commerce. Once there we had an amazing meal. I had the duck with a honey sauce and roasted potatoes. Michael had the beef shoulder in a mushroom cream sauce and a side of mashed potatoes and JR had the lamb with garlic puree and a side of mashed potatoes. It was a good time. Late that night we began a very long and strange journey that I will write about next time. Until then keep on living like the Dude.