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Today I Went Grave Kissing...

Yes, you read the title right. Indeed, I smooched a grave today and left my hot pink lipstick mark to prove it! We went to Pere Lachaise Cemetery this morning (the infamous home of Jim Morrison's grave...there are so many more amazing people buried here than Morrison, but that is what it is remembered for...) Anyway, my favorite author, Oscar Wilde, is buried here and that is whose grave I kissed. Before you think that too weird, you should know that is the "thing to do" at his grave (when you look to the right and see the photo you will notice that there are hundreds of kisses on it.) I was a little weirded out, though. Not because I was kissing a grave - that didn't bother me (although it probably should have!) No, I was not liking the idea of the hundreds of other kisses to try and kiss around (I guess the Switala OCD-gene has rubbed off on me a bit! ha ha) But, I had to pay hommage to a great man, so I puckered up and did just that! As soon as I was done, I immediately wiped off my mouth and did the heebie-jeebie dance while singing "God made dirt and dirt don't hurt" and prayed that the 5 second rule also applied to kissing tombstones...
Oscar Wilde's Grave - Père Lachaise (J. Boyer-Switala, 2008)
Me (and my new bag!) at Oscar Wilde's Grave...Pre-Smooch! (J. Boyer-Switala, 2008)
Oscar & I Go to First Base (J. Boyer-Switala, 2008)
The Evidence...My Pink Bisou (J. Boyer-Switala, 2008)
We also saw Edith Piaf's grave. I so badly wanted to sing "La Vie En Rose" but refrained....maybe next year! I saw the great Eugene Delacroix's grave, and looked a long time for Moliere and Jacques Louis David (I really wanted to see David's!!) but couldn't find them. We wandered around for 2 hours and only saw a small handful of graves. I will be glad to go back next summer and find the rest!
Edith Piaf's Grave - Père Lachaise (J. Boyer-Switala, 2008)
(J. Boyer-Switala, 2008)
Well, tomorrow is my last day in Paris! I have a pretty big test tomorrow to study for, then Stacey and I are going to just shop and enjoy a relaxing day - no plans or running around like crazy! I'm just going to soak in Paris one last time - with the assistance of a glass of wine and a pastry, of course!
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Bill said…
You better Lysol those lips before you get back to The States!!! I'm glad that you finally got to fulfill one of your french fantasies by leaving your "mark" on his grave - I'm sure you were excited!

I love you and can't wait to see you in a day and a half!

Aunt Pam said…
I will miss reading your blog daily!
But it will be comforting to your family and friends to have you back on this continent!
Thanks for sharing your adventures.
Grace said…
Your trip was fabulous! What an outstanding itinerary. I enjoyed every minute of your blog. I know you will miss France. Maybe your dream to retire there will come true! Hoping to see a pic. of your host family when you return. Enjoy the movies in flight! Au Revoir.

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