I have plenty weekend activities to comment on, starting with a walk around the cemetery where Jim Morrison, Edith Piaf, and many others. Cemeteries are so beautiful, well no, I should rephrase: some cemeteries are so beautiful. There's just this calm feeling mixed with the silence of death that makes these places so creepy but awe inspiring at the same time... I kept telling myself, oh man there's a couple of dead bodies in each one of these tombs, I wonder how they look like/what's left of them right now. I have these morbid thoughts from time to time.. Then all these beautiful trance went away when we reached (after getting lost for about half an hour) Jim Morrison's tomb and there were about 30 crazy tourist clamped up trying to get a picture, like me.
Bridge and Jose
Before the cemetery I actually did something amazing: met up with Jose, a friend of Shehneen (a friend from Vancouver) and went to grab lunch at a Colombian restaurant. Jose is a circus artist, an acrobat to be exact, and he was in Paris between jobs (he left for a competition in China Monday, I hang out with the coolkidz as you can see).
I ate a tamal, no biggie (YES BIGGIE) and it was heaven in my mouth. Everyone knew each other and was speaking Spanish at the place, a piece of home, loved it!
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