Pere Lachaise and Cranky Waiters

On Thursday I went with Caroline, Averill, and Zach to the Père Lachaise cemetery. It was pretty cool, and of course we went to see the Lizard King. We were only able to find it because of the fact that it was the only grave surrounded by one of those make-shift fences they use along parade routes and such. All in all, it was somewhat disappointing. It was rather overshadowed by large and prestigious masoleums from the 1830s and such, all crumbling and rusting picaresquely. There was even one so derelict as to expose the above-ground coffin inside. And a few with trees growing up through the middle. Apparently it costs 6000 Euros to be buried there.

After wandering about for a bit, and a brief rest rudely aborted by a well-aimed bird dropping, we decided that we were craving crêpes instead of crypts and stopped in a café across the road. We managed to get a waiter at the end of his shift, and thus began the comic rigamarole of the Americans trying desperately to order food and the waiter running off with only half the order. Finallement, we got food, paid, and returned home.

That night the group went out for drinks at a bar called Footsie by the Opéra metro stop. It is a stock-exchange themed bar, and on nights when their screens aren't broken, the drink prices rise and fall with their demand. The crowd was mostly business men and women, but we were able to commandeer a space on the second floor with enough seats for all 15 of us. Afterwards, we left for another bar near Chatlet, and then we turned in.