Ah Paris in the summer, what can you say. She is a scoundrel and a rogue.
I am off to a good start here. Adam has returned to New York after a week here in which we saw many of the sites, Musees Picasso, O'rsay, the Louve. Adam transversed the city multiple times. The city is incredibly active on weekend nights, virtually every major intersection is a buzz with people, ever cafe is overflowing with traditional cigarette smoking, bourdouex drinking, cafe habitutes, laughter rains down from every window, jazz musivc echoing from every street crevice, the churches empty like a foriegn language listening center at a school for deaf kids, the woman buxom, the men generally scranny and balding...All in, I expect the German tanks to roll in any minute.
We only got in one fight with a waiter, which I guess is par for the course.
The other day, we went to a famous cementary called Pere Lachinase, in the 20th eme. The cementary is famous for housing the bodies of among others: Gericault, Delacroix, Moliere, Oscar Wilde, Corot, Chopin and Jim Morrison.
TheLizard King's grave was not as groovy as I had hoped. No drum circles, no "Riders on the Storm" sing-alongs, no poems about Navajo Indians bleeding to death along desert roadsides.
We had one very amusing incident. Adam, exercising the decorom of a sans-culuttoes (sp) mob, was wearing a T-shirt from this Texas-based indie rock band called "You will know us by the Trail of Dead." As we were walking, this grungy taking pictures stps us ans says to Adam "Have you ever seen US play?" The guy was the band's lead singer - they had just played in Germany and he was taking a little vacation in Paris. How strange.