For our last day in Paris, we had the day entirely to ourselves. We were allowed to do whatever we wanted, and see whatever we wanted. We planned a very ambitious day for ourselves. While we didn’t get through everything on our list, we still had an amazing time!
We decided to start the morning off at Pere Lachaise. This is one of the largest cemeteries in Paris (I know. Cheerful way to start off the day!). This cemetery is so old that it looked like it was all kind of falling apart. I half expected zombies were Victorian dress to pop out and start chasing us!
Pere Lachaise is made up of all these long tree lines aisles. It was very cool and creepy to walk through them!
Many of the mausoleums were so old that the doors were falling off and you could look inside. This was also super creepy since sometimes it looked like people were coming out of them!
See what I mean! It’s a little bit creepy to see mausoleums with the doors open! I was too chicken to go and look inside any of them. I mean, it would be just my luck that the owner would pop out really pissed that someone was looking in their grave and then start trying to eat my brains.
So, anytime you see a pic up close looking into a mausoleum, I probably had one of my more brave travel companions take it for me.
There were so many impressive statues and grave stones around Pere Lachaise! People knew how to make monuments to their dead relatives back then!
At this point we entered the newer part of Pere Lachaise. These graves were newer and much cleaner. I was far less afraid of Victorian era zombies here.
It amazed me how many people they managed to fit into this patch of land. Granted it stands on a pretty big area, but all of the graves are basically on top of one another everywhere you looked.
At this point, we found the grave of the one and only Oscar Wilde. I was double excited as an English major (read as nerd), and felt it was only appropriate to squeal like a fan girl and then lay one on him. Apparently you’re supposed to kiss his grave, so I slathered on some lipstick and did just that!
After we left our dearly departed friend Oscar, we headed off in search of a famous ballerina. Our resident ballerina (read as dance major) Sara wanted to find her. We were totally fine with tracking down said deceased ballerina, but in a cemetery the size of Pere Lachaise, that was far easier said than done.
We spent a good portion of our time after seeing Oscar Wilde searching through/ in/ over/ behind a whole bunch of grave sites looking for this ballerina. I’m sure we caused quite a few prominent Parisians to turn over in their graves!
At this point, we came across the crematorium, where they cremate people. This is also when we noticed that there was no one near us, and that we hadn’t seen anyone for a while. I, of course, proclaimed it to be the zombie apocalypse!
In all actuality, we were just in a less popular area of Pere Lachaise as there are no impressive mausoleums or graves around.
Around the crematorium where graves built into the walls. These were definitely more modern graves, and we saw a few people here which put me at ease.
This is the ballerina we had been searching for. Apparently, we were reading the map wrong, and she was never actually in a grave site in the ground but was in the wall.
After finding Isadora, we explored around the crematorium some more, only to discover that there were crypts underneath that went down multiple stories into the earth! They were super creepy, so we eventually emerged back into the light only to realize we had no idea how to get back to the exit!
The problem with Pere Lachaise is that all the aisles look exactly the same! They all have trees and mausoleums! It was so easy to get turned around, or to think you were in one spit when you were really in a completely different spot!
In our lost, and aimless, wandering we just happened to chance upon the grave of Jim Morrison! This was really cool because none of us knew he was buried here. It was pure luck that we found his grave site!
Unfortunately, they have the area around his grave gated off so you couldn’t get very close. The thing to do at Morrison’s grave is to leave a pony tail (hair tie, depending on your chosen vernacular). Many people had looped them around the gates blocking off his grave, while some just threw them onto his grave.
So, I found a pony tail in my purse and launched it onto his grave!
Lucky for us, we found our way to the exit! And none of us had our brains eaten by zombies!
We left Pere Lachaise, and headed off for our next adventure! Since this was sort of a long post, I’ll leave the rest of our adventures for another post! Be sure to check back!