Cemetary, Musicians, the Moulin Rouge, and a Stray Dog
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This morning we were on our way to the Cimetiere du Pere Lachaise, which was only a few stops away on the metro. The cemetary is famous because it contains the tombs of well-known individuals, such as Jim Morrison, Oscar Wilde, the artist Delacroix, and the talented Chopin. The old cemetary covers more than 110 acres and has graves dating back to the 12th century. It was quite a site to see because all of the tombs were grand, extravagant, and squeezed together in close proximity to each other. During the hour we spent walking through the grounds, we were able to locate the tombs of Jim Morrison and Chopin.
Upon leaving the cemetary, we went in search of a McDonalds, so Jason could get a Royale with cheese, otherwise known as a quarter-pounder in the US.
We were eager to go to Montmarte in the evening, which was my favorite section of Paris the last time I was in the city. When we arrived there, we climbed up steep hills until we reached the Place du Tertre, which is an artsy area featuring tons of local artists who sell their work or offer to paint portraits of you. After watching several artists, some better than others, paint the likenesses of tourists, we decided to buy some crepes.
We then decided to walk down and sit on a large set of stairs that overlooked Paris and provided a marvelous view of the entire city. As we sat, there were a couple of guys playing the guitar and singing. We sat and listened to their music for a good forty-five minutes because they were so entertaining and were able to put the entire crowd in a magnificent mood.
After the musicians packed up their instruments for the night, we headed down the large set of stairs towards the Moulin Rouge, which is also located in Montmarte. On our way to the Moulin Rouge, we passed through Place Pigalle, which we quickly learned to be the "center of nudity" in Paris. We took photos outside of the Moulin Rouge, which wasn't as exciting as we anticipated it to be. Afterwards, we went to an Irish pub where we enjoyed live music and a few drinks. We were getting in the mood for our journey to Ireland the following morning. We sat at the pub for a little over an hour and befriended a stray dog who wandered into the establishment to escape the rain. We named the dog Blackie, for the evening at least, and we picked him up to give the poor dog some love and attention.