Pere Lachaise





We were greeted by rain, wind and a menacing raven in Pere Lachaise, Paris’s hillside cemetery. Many outstanding family burial houses in a city-like setting.
We passed a large group of rockers no doubt heading for Jim Morrison’s grave. It had a guard nearby.
Found out that it’s a ritual to kiss Oscar Wilde’s monument. And that rubbing the seemingly well-endowed Victor Noir gives fertility power.
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