The high point of my trip to Paris was Père Lachaise Cemetery and visiting Jim Morrison’s grave. Père Lachaise is like stumbling upon a forgotten corner of an old estate and stepping into some sort of beautifully morbid fairyland. It’s gorgeous, old, and decaying in the most wonderful way… you just can’t curate this kind of patina!
At some point, I’ll do a full post with photos, but I just got home and I need a chance to get settled. So for now, I’ll just post this one photo of me at Jim Morrison’s grave…
A visit to Jim Morrison’s grave has been on my wish list since 1991, when I first saw The Doors movie and fell madly in love with the sound of Ray Manzarek’s organ music, Jim Morrison’s American Prayer, and the closing shots of the Cemetery. Back then, it seemed improbable that I’d ever make it to Paris, let alone to Père Lachaise to see Jim Morrison’s grave, but here I am!
Unfortunately, the bust was stolen in 1988. The original stone has been replaced, and they keep cleaning up the graffiti, which I think dilutes the experience, though I can see why the families of the surrounding graves would be opposed to the mess ;-)
Visiting Jim Morrison’s grave is a pilgrimage of sorts for a lot of people and the atmosphere is exactly what I expected. Strangers of all ages from all over the world come to share the experience of visiting one of their favorite rock idols. Everyone is respectful, allowing plenty of time for each person to get their photo op. Some are happy just to take a photo in front of the security fence. For the more adventurous fans, the group will help you over the fence and keep a collective eye out for security (which I have an strange feeling looks the other way for the most part).
Rebellious girl that I am, I managed to scale the fence in those heels and that itty bitty skirt, sit on Jim Morrison’s grave, get photos of it, and cross back over without getting caught. It was definitely one of the top 10 experiences of my life!
There’s more of Paris to come…