Chloe and I took lunches down onto the bank of the Seine and sat there eating and talking for a long time. I fed pieces of my bread to the swans that floated by. There is something so enchanting about the Seine. It's very dirty to look at, but I'll admit that every time I look at it I get this weird urge to go into it. To jump over the ledge, or if I'm on the bank, to just slide right in. It's very sparkly and charming. I'm going to run a google search and see if swimming is allowed in the Seine.
Crossing back over the bridge, Chloe and I saw two earthy looking women offering free massages on these little stools. I don't know what their credibility or motivations were, but we thought it was too great to pass up. So there I was in the middle of a very public bridge with strangers walking all around, getting a great massage from a stranger. The sun was beating down on our faces, there was nice breeze, and someone was playing the violin on one side of the street, and someone with an accordion an the other.
Post-lunch I showed Chloe the Shakespeare and Company bookstore. We browse and read and went up to the very fetching little reading room on the upper floor.
Then, since the weather was so nice, we decided, "why not spend it with the dead?" So we visited the big cemetery. It was very cool. But really hilly and quite a hike. I don't know if my baseball shirt or my inner aura gave me away, but the second I got there people started saying to me "you must be looking for Jim. He's that way." Sure enough, I was delighted to visit Jim Morrison's grave. The man I can credit for my love of, and interest in music. Saw some other nice graves, Chopin, Molieres etc.
We were positively, savagely thirsty after our trek so we went and bought some nice, cold, perspiring cherry cokes which we enjoyed very slowly in a little park nearby.
Reading Room
Cemetery
I'm not sure if you're supposed to smile in pictures with graves, but I thought Jim would like it if I did.
no words.
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