Mom at the Musee D'Orsay
I slept much better last night, than the night before, the nights are getting colder, which is making the hotel room seem much less hot. I got up this morning and was determined to keep Mom filled with coffee, I went straight to McDonald’s, even before I took a shower and coffee was procured and delivered. Then we were off to the Musee D’Orsay. The D’Orsay is one of my favorite museums mainly because it covers a pretty specific period of art and is in an amazing space. I think that Mom even enjoyed it, and it afforded the opportunity to buy her more coffee – Linda is addicted to caffeine. After the Renoir’s, Van Gogh’s, and Latrec’s we took a walk through the Tuileries Garden to the Place de la Concorde. We headed back to the hotel and as we exited the Metro station at our hotel we found our second protest of the weekend – the French get fired up pretty easily and seem to have signs and imprinted balloons at the ready.
Oscar Wilde's grave, covered in lipstick kisses.
We ate KFC for lunch and then headed back to the hotel. I decided to check out Pere Lachaise Cemetery. The cemetery is huge and jam-packed with beautiful memorials, graves, and mausolea. I found Moliere, Edith Piaf, Gertrude Stein, Oscar Wilde, Maria Callas, and of course, Jim Morrison. Jim isn’t hard to find, you follow the stink of patchouli, cigarettes, and beer. Basically, you follow your nose like you are trying to find Vermont. It is definitely the most highly trafficked site, it had its own security guard. It was a quick visit, as it was starting to rain and getting dark. Tonight, I think we are going to try to go on a boat trip down the Seine to see the City of Lights, lit.