In Paris, a city known for its love of fashion, I regret to say that I was woefully unprepared. Not because I don't own anything nice to wear, but rather I didn't have anything clean to wear, besides one pair of jeans. Luckily I have Ryan and he let me wear one of his oversized flannel shirts and his vest. Complete with my hiking boots I looked like a tiny lumberjack, but who knows, I may have acted as a trend-setter and we'll probably be seeing hiking boots in Vouge and Elle magazines soon.

While looking at the map of Paris I discovered that Jim Morrison's grave was located less than a mile from us. Visiting a rock legend and getting to explore an old French cemetery, uh yes, please! The grave was fenced in so you couldn't get too close, however after being kept at bay from the Mona Lisa I couldn't stand it. So, I found a gap in the gate around the back, went through it and touched the headstone of Jim Morrison. I feel that small act of rebellion is what he would have wanted. 

With our Morrison mission accomplished, we then made the hour and a half walk to the Eiffel Tower. She was beautiful and bright in the newly darkened evening sky. I've never seen the tower at night and I was happily surprised when the tower lit up with a sparkling light show. It was quite fantastic to see it glimmer as if covered in glitter. We walked back to our hostel in the rain with our umbrella, which has now been named "Bessie". Bessie is the name Ryan has given her because as he tried to hold the umbrella steady in the rain he started talking like he was commanding a horse. The wind would buck the umbrella up and Ryan would give a, "Whoa there Bessie! Steady girl, steadyyy!". It had me killing myself laughing. Luckily Bessie got us home safe, and somewhat dry like the reliable old girl she is.

The Grave!

The tower!