Ah, Paris. I had a crepe today for lunch. That was delicious. More interestingly, though, I went to the catacombes (yep, lots of bones, cemented in place) and to Jim Morrison's grave. All the graffiti and his bust are gone. It was kind of a let down. I had such high expectations for chaos. The whole cemetary was crazy, though. All crypts and mausoleums, lined up along paved roads. It's like a liliputian city for the dead. No grass to be seen anywhere. I certainly wasn't expecting that.

I met up with my friend Nathan from Denmark, Sweden, etc. and we went to the Eiffel Tower tonight. I'm really glad I went at night. The view from up top is nicer, but the tower itself is really breathtaking. It made me want to grab a random stranger and start making out. I didn't, of course, but it was tempting. It just feels wrong to stand under the tower without someone to hang on. Nonetheless, I managed to drink the requisite half bottle of wine on the designated patch of lawn a few hundred yards from the tower. It was one of the top experiences of my trip, I have to say -- and that's without a romantic interest at hand.

Tomorrow I brave the Louvre. I'm kind of dreading it, but maybe it won't be so overwhelming when I get there. One more night here, and then back to Berlin for Halloween.