We arrived at Gare de Lyon this afternoon and(after scrambling around a bit searching for internet to rediscover the hotel we’d booked..) we took the metro to Gare de l’est. Our exit led us straight to our destination, the Amiot Hotel. We were getting situated and all that, and I had these lyrics in my head that I kept singing, “We want the world and we want it now.”
It wasn’t until we were in the cemetery that I realized I’d been singing the Doors(When the Music’s Over).
A few others were there when we found it, the Light My Fire in red stood out on the side of the grave in front(I don’t know if it’s PC to call them ‘graves’..?) A girl asked me for a light, but I didn’t have one. Someone did, and she had this lit white candle.
“I can.” My legs are so long I hardly had to try, but I was over, and I took the candle over to his grave, but there was no where to stand it. I started gathering rocks nearby to create something, and another girl joined me and dripped some wax on the grave to help stick it there, and then another joined, and together we made it work. It was beautiful.
The escargot surprised me with how much I actually enjoyed it. I didn’t even cringe. Maybe it was just really good escargot, but I think I prefer it to oysters and clams. The cheese was not bad either. I was watching the Denmark/Portugal match(Portugal won 3-2), like most of the people there, while the American girls sitting behind us discussed sex and orgasms loud enough for anyone in surrounding-table vicinity to clearly hear. It was as if they didn’t think anyone could understand English, but the objective was probably directed at the Frenchmen who –could- understand English, and wanted some blond loud sex girl to take home. No takers, the men just wanted to watch football. Perhaps the amount the girls inserted the word ‘like’ into a sentence made the very detailed conversation a little less explicit for someone who’s first language isn’t English. Lucky them.
The conversation went on the entire time we were eating.
We caught the metro back to the hotel, as it was raining. (We can see the Eiffel Tower from our room!)
Later we went out for crepes and grog(mulled wine…not my favorite, I discovered). I had a nutella-banana crepe, naturally, and Bailey had a honey crepe(also, naturally). They were delicious, and to accompany them – football! The Netherlands/Germany match(Germany won 2-1).