Because of Labour Day, we couldn't get a map of where to find all the graves of famous people, and there weren't any crowds to follow, so we just took a left here and a right there, and found both Edith Piaf and Jim Morrison's graves quite by accident.
I quite like these ceramic wreaths adorning some of the graves
Two men fell to their deaths from a height of 8600 metres when their hot air balloon crashed in 1875.
Just a typical Père Lachaise stairway
several fans had gathered round Edith Piaf's grave
And all of a sudden, there were masses of people! Singing The International, too, so it must have been something to do with Labour Day, though we couldn't find out what exactly. Perhaps some important Communists are buried there? They were in the 'Victims of Nazi atrocities'-section.
I had imagined Jim Morrison's final resting place to be thronging with people. But although the flowers were fresh, we were the only ones there
We went on to the Bois de Vincennes after lunch, but we didn't stay there for very long, as a creepy man followed us all about. We probably could have dealt with him if he'd tried anything funny, if my sister hadn't chosen that time to start regaling us to stories of women having been murdered and in one case partially eaten, then buried in the Bois de Boulogne some years ago. My niece and I decided caution is the better part of valour, and beat a hasty retreat back to Vincennes and the nearest patisserie.
Back at the hotel, we dined on strawberries that we'd bought at a local market; and then went back out again to take in the view of Paris by night from the top of Tour Montparnasse.
The Eiffel tower as seen from Tour Montparnasse