au revoir, paris.

our time here ends, for now, in a few short hours. kili and i take the night train down to perpignan this evening, where ashley will meet us. i am excited to see her and settle into her place for a couple weeks. i think i can speak for both kili and myself when i say, sleeping at someone's house will be lovely after being in the hostel. this hostel is lovely, but sharing a room can be... interesting? weird? annoying? great? yes.
i would recommend the young and happy hostel to anyone who wants to stay in the latin quarter. its cheap and clean and safe.
i would also recommend the scandanavian airlines, well...at least for the bulk flying from continent to continent. our first leg of the journey was great, very comfortable, good food (i quite enjoy airline cuisine thankyouverymuch), overall quite nice. the second leg, from coppenhaggen to paris was rough but only because it was a smaller plane. and you had to pay for water.... strange, but culturally notsostrangeatall. ha.

today we went to cimetiere du pere-lachaise, the cemetary perhaps best known for housing the bones of jim morrison and oscar wilde. kili and i kissed oscar wildes grave, with our red lips, as is customary. showing appreciation. made me think of 'paris je t'aime, which i love, but it always makes me feel so silly for comparing a real life experience to one i saw in film. oiy. the cemetary was beautiful and overwhelming in its immencity.

in true parisian custom, kili and i have embraced long picnic luches and long meals, like we have all the time in the world. we are relieved for these breaks when we allow ourselves to have them, for we have been all over this city in just two days, are still exhausted, have blisters, and noodle legs.

i am sending you all positive love thoughts.