One of the biggest highlights of Paris had to be Pere Lachaise and finally seeing Jim Morrison’s grave site. I have wanted to come here since I was about 8 years old, far too young to even like The Doors but I was obsessed. I have to say I am glad that my love for JM brought me here because it is freaking cool. There are so many famous people here including Oscar Wilde’s tomb which I did not see cause we had a full day and that place is beyond enormous.
I didn’t know how to make this happen for the longest time (pathetic I know but I am enrolled in a 10 week course so I will be a poser no longer) but I’ve sort of figured it out now and even though they are perfect condition a few actually turned out. The first two are obviously Vancouver and the last one was in Doolin..
I need to go out one night with a tripod and get some on a bridge or something.
Oh and here is one more from Gozo
I think this will need to go on my wall.
We saw them from a boat first and they were impressive but nothing compares to standing on the edge of a 700ft cliff with nothing holding you back except pure fear and better judgement.
Okay I use the term ‘standing on the edge’ loosely, what I mean is crawl towards the edge slowing on my hands and knees…
I ain’t going out like that.
Nothing says Ireland quite like sitting in a pub listening to a band play fiddles and banjos with rolling meadows in the background, of course if I was a champ I would have been drinking Guinness but in true girl fashion had wine instead (beer makes me sleepy, don’t judge).. See the rest here