I kissed Oscar Wilde's tomb.

I am officially the worst blogger on the face of the planet, however I will not let that get me down, and starting today I will be better.

Today we went to this super chouette cemetery called pere lachaise where a bunch of famous people are buried. It is probably one of the most creepy places that I have ever been. A lot of the graves look like houses and they have street signs and it is just really weird. Mostly just boring people that did random stuff in France are buried there, but there was a few that I recognized. We chose a really good day to go on, the weather was perfect, nice and cool but not cold. The leaves are starting to change colors which I love.

We also went to the crematorium, which for some reason was very very creepy to me, yuck.

Jim Morrison, lead singer of The Doors.

Meet my friend Victor Noir, he is a young journalist-turned-fertility-god. Evidently he is very well endowed and ever sience this statue was laid on top of his grave he has become a fertility charm for women seeking to get pregnant. A fence was installed to discourage unwanted polishing, but protesters insisted on their rights to access this magical power, and the fence was removed. WAY TOO GOOD.

Oscar Wilde fans show their appreciation by kissing the tomb with freshly applied lipstick, so random, but naturally I had to do it too.