What are They Doing in the Hyacinth House, to Please the Lions, This Day...

We split into two groups for Friday's adventure. Everyone except John & Lauren went out early to hit up Pere Lachaise Cemetery and the Erotic Art Museum (with its nearby shopping xanadou on Montmartre). Lauren & John went with Tina and Kathleen to the hospital at noon to get Lauren's test results which came back with the welcome news that she is only suffering a cold (as of writing she feels one hundred percent better). Following that excursion (which only took 15 minutes) Lauren, John, and Kathleen headed for Pere Lachaise where we ran into the other group as they were preparing to leave. Pere Lachaise is an amazingly large and amazingly full cemetery, there is no breathing space for the dead. We took in the graves of Moliere, Sarah Bernhardt, Oscar Wilde, Abelarde and Heloise, and of course the Lizard King, Jim Morrison who is still surrounded by drug induced hippies even in eternal repose. The grave of Abelarde and Heloise was constructed of stones from their respective monastery and abbey. Their story is of forbidden love, having once been married in secret they became people of the cloth following Abelarde's castration at the hands of Heloise furious uncle. Oscar Wilde's grave is covered in lipstick kisses from his hetero and homosexual admirers. While Moliere and Bernhardt reside in far simpler residences. Following the cemetery was lunch at a pizza joint that was tre bohn. The others will have to report in on the Erotic Art Museum and their misadventures. mahalo, plastic people of the universe