Yesterday was Saturday. I decided to forgo the studying and get lost with my camera in Paris. So I pulled out the guidebook to see which direction to head first. I found Cemitère du Père Lachaise. It's the most prestigious cemetery in Paris. It holds bragging rights to the remains of Simone Signorett & Yves Montand (they were a big time movie couple back in the day), Oscar Wilde, Molière, Edith Piaf, Jim Morrison--lead singer of The Doors, and Victor Noir.
Figuring it would be an interesting subject for my camera, I made my way there. While on the train I overheard some folks talking a few seats away from me. For some reason I was particularly drawn to their conversation . . . as I strained to hear them I realized that I could understand what they were saying!! I wanted to jump out of my seat and shout HALLELUJAH!! I'M GETTING IT!!! Thankfully I hesitated with my jubilant display of victory . . . because in that moment it occured to me . . . they were speaking in English.