Notre Dame, Disneyland; and Jim Morrison's Grave

I write from a scary Internet café in Paris, la ville des lumières, with a keyboard that allows me to enter accented characters, but has the letters mixed up in a strange way. As such, please excuse a few semicolons-for-colons and Qs-for-As. : ) We're renting a nice little apârtment for a few dqys here in the 11ème arrondissement; just down the street from the cemetery of Père Lachaise, where several people of some célèbrité are interred, including Oscar Wilde; Rossini, Chopin, Modigliani, Gertrude Stein, Molière, Proust, and, oddly, Jim Morrison. We wandered through the cemetery yesterday bringing a little bag of madeleines to eat around Proust's grave - pîctures will be forthoming. Also we did some more touristy stuff, including Notre Dqme and Disneyland Paris (my European-born two-year-old brother needed a quick fix of American pop culture), which brings me to an interesting question - what do French pirates say in lieu of "Arrrrrrgh"? It would sound rather less intimidqting in a French accent . . . Anyway, Paris is une ville agréable, and if it is less clean than Dutch cities, the Communist Party campaign posters and endearing French accents make up for it.

Don't have ti,e for a top 5 - I'm about to be kicked off


-Sam