Pere Lachaise Cemetery... and maybe the best grave there.
My only friend the end... says Mr. Morrison.
I go all the way to Paris...
and forgot my red lipstick to kiss Oscars grave.
Oh Edith!
After market carnage in China town...
this part of town also smells like a urinal... who knew?
And maybe the reason I keep going back to Europe...
the coffee.
Shakespeare and Company bookstore...
I'm sitting where Ginsberg slept.
Ashley misses Tonka so much...
she befriended this one eared stuffed goat...
which I loving named Van Goat.
The sad thing about a small kitchen is you have to improvise...
sorry about the bedspread stains... please don't keep the deposit...
thank you... the tourist.
