Not being religious, having no family here, and not really knowing what traditions to partake in, Jay and I celebrated Easter in a way I hope to model all following Easters on for years to come. We started with a homemade batch of banana blueberry pancakes, followed by a walk through Montmarte cemetery. Looking and lingering at tombs that are petite examples of gothic, Greek, roman, and medieval architecture, we nearly stumble onto the tomb of Alexandre Dumas. It was all too strange timing-just that morning I had finished reading The Count of Monte Cristo. As Jay put it, “have you ever finished a 900page book by an Author and then topped it off that same day visiting their grave?!?” Strange indeed. After that a visit to a secret garden that under a cherry tree-led to kissing-led to walking back home for a roll in the hay(I can tell you that because I am in Paris with my lover and you can assume an awful lot of that is happening no doubt, it is practically obligatory I assure you).
In time for a peach and coral colored sunset, we grab some room temperature beers(they don’t sell them refrigerated) and go out to the boulevard in front of our house to take in a part of Paris not found on a post card. We live near the Moulin Rouge and it makes for some pretty hilarious “site-seeing” at times I assure you. Full of people watching and making jokes about the Porno shops and Sex shows packed in with horrible hallal shops and cheap Chinese import stores selling 3Euro berets and Eiffel tower key chains.
When the sun goes down and the “working girls” head out wearing their best white plastic platform heels and lycra mini-dresses, we head back upstairs to our petite apartment. Easter dinner is a roasted rabbit sausage on fresh baguette, and we top the day off watching Back to the Future.
Paques. My new favorite holiday.
