Saturday morning we woke up to rain. Needless to say that kinda scrapped the plans the others had for going running. Instead we all just decided to take a chill morning and to meet up later. Jaclyn and I ended up having lunch with our family, it was a nice little picnic in the living room around the coffee table. They served pate, I tried it but wasn’t a fan so I gave mine to Jaclyn, who loved it.

Over lunch Mme. and Flore were asking about our trip to Fontainbleau on Friday and we told them about seeing the different castles and asked them for elaboration on the story of Foucault’s arrest since the tour guide was difficult to understand. Mme. explained better and to further help, she gave each of us a copy of a children’s book their office published about the story! It’s awesome!

Later we got a call from Harrison saying he was at the Grand Opera if we wanted to come meet him. So we hopped on the Metro and headed his way. I was completely right when I said in an earlier post that we would be blown away if the Opera were as beautiful on the inside as it is on the outside. It was gorgeous!

The inside is full of staircases and mirrors and everything is gilded.

The inside is full of staircases and mirrors and everything is gilded.

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Harrison had taken the tour before we got there so he was our personal tour guide. Inside there are marble busts all around the building commemorating various important figures, most of which don’t have name plates. One that did have a name plate was Marques de Jambon. Harrison loved this guy because his name in English would be Marc Ham. He’d taken a picture of Ham before we got there but wanted a picture with Ham so he waited for us to take it. The only problem with that was that then he forgot where Ham was and it took a while to find him again.

In the mean time we saw the inside of the auditorium from a box seat, very gorgeous! It’s easy to see how that chadelier inspired the Phantom of the Opera! Speaking of which, we also saw the door to Box #5, the Phantom’s chosen box. We couldn’t get in but we saw the door!

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When we left the Opera we hopped back on the Metro and headed to Pere Lachaise cemetery. This one is where Oscar Wilde and Jim Morrison and Balzac and several other famous people are buried. There was only one map in the place so we had to write down the coordinates for everyone we wanted to see and then Jaclyn took a picture of the map for reference. We found Seurat, Balzac, Piaf, and Wilde. I kissed Wilde’s tombstone as is tradition, you can see hundreds of lipstick marks all over it. I wasn’t wearing any so my little peck didn’t really show up but that’s okay, I know I did it. Right after seeing Wilde’s grave, we heard a bell start ringing. Harrison immediatly thought it was an ice cream truck. It wasn’t. It was the guard saying the cemetery was closing and we had to leave.

Oscar Wilde's grave.

Oscar Wilde's grave.

All the kisses over the decades.

All the kisses over the decades.

We left and tried to find Katie who’d be about to meet us. Eventually we found her and Meaghan. From there Harrison had to go to home dinner with his family, Meaghan and Katie went to get dinner and Jaclyn and I headed home to change and drop off our bags before going out for the evening.

We caught up with the others later at a cafe near the Bastille. We didn’t stay long because it was small. Instead we found a great Indian restaurant with a ton of seating! Despite of, maybe because of, the Bollywood music videos playing we stayed there the rest of the night. Eventually our table consisted of Jaclyn, Katie, Meaghan, Emma, Harrison, Andres, Martin and myself. We had a great time!

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