Montmartre Cemetery

1. My adopted black cat meowmeow posing for me in the Cemetery.
2. Mu Yun in motion

Montmartre cemetery----

 Enter through a secured small archway and you'll be surprised how everything can change in just one step. Walk a bit and you'll be face to face with family tombs that are over the top and actually quite famous. It seems that people are rather invested in having a fancy place to "rest eternally". Of course I had never given it too much thought, the American that I am.
We walked through the Cemetery  with a NYU professor who was very eager to share with us some of the more famous graves in the area. During our Tour we got followed by multiple black cats and although to some that may be like a bad omen, it's personally one of the coolest things to see! 
Sometime near the grave of a famous opera composer my professor, wanted us to venture off on a road less taken in order to get to a different part of the cemetery. It required us to step on the graves of some of the "residents". She "grave hopped" with grace despite her age and her current cold while we watched with mouths open. I wasn't going to step on anyone's anything. "You're going to have to step on someone's grave once in your life," she said to me. I laughed-it was ironic.
The cats stayed behind in the cemetery when we left.

The rest of Montmartre is STILL amazing. Its home of the Moulin Rouge (the original burned down a while ago, so the new one isn't actually the original) and Amelie the famous movie. It's so beautiful and still has a true authentic artist's vibe. I understand why Picasso called it home.

Later, I was on my way home when I came across an amazing Kenzo shirt. Naturally, being the broke irresponsible college student that I am, I bought it. I guess dinner will have to wait. I think I'd rather starve for fashion anyways.

I met up with my friend Sheri that night who graduated from NYU this past year. We met at Le Melting Pot and had the best Mediterranean salad ever. Wow. It was huge. So big.
Afterwards we took the train to Bastille and looked for a nonexistent bar and ended up tumbling Into a jungle themed somewhat claustrophobic bar that had happy until 11 on a Friday...unheard of. Inside we managed to get into a conversation with a very nice French women who wanted to look over our work contracts to make sure we didn't get screwed over. That was nice of her... I guess. I dont think i have any work contracts here madame. 
The rest of the night is a bit of a blur...I know I met up with seth, from my program, and ended up listening to a collection of songs from 2009. throw back? Or just bad taste? It was fun though. It's wonderful to be drunk in Paris.

From the metro stop to my front door was a bit scary. I pretends to be on my phone talking to my imaginary boyfriend who could kick anyones ass if yhey harassed me. You know, normal stuff.


Tips:
Go to Montmartre and make a reservation at Guillo Guillo. Theres always a couple month waiting list and they rarely answer the phone.
Watch Moulin Rouge and Amelie. --just do it.
Grab a sandwich and eat in the cemetery. its rather cathartic.

Cheers,
Jsk.

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