When we were younger we laughed at jet lag. Out of the airport, into a rental car and blast off across the motorway, autoroute, autobahn or what have you at high speed for hundreds of kilometers. No more. We had trouble sleeping Friday night, then slept very late Saturday. After finally getting out the door, we spent the afternoon at Pere Lachaise Cemetary, where many illustrious French (and one infamous American) find their rest.
There are maps that lead you to the graves of the famous, although some are hard to find. Among the residents we found were Oscar Wilde, Gertrude Stein, Amadeo Modigliani, Honore de Balzac, Eugene Delacroix, Moliere, Marcel Proust, Edith Piaf and Jim Morrison. I've got a lot of pix but little free time while I'm here. Well, something to do on the plane Wednesday.
