After walking around and looking at all the beautiful buildings, Scotty and I headed to the Montparnasse Tower. As the day was clear and beautiful and there aren’t so many tourists around, we thought it would be the perfect time to check out the views. It was amazing. High puffy clouds cast moving shadows on the city creating interesting light patterns. And I was once again astounded by how many famous buildings call this city home. I mean, everywhere you looked, there was some world-famous building. Incredible.
So that’s Paris from 56 stories. Pretty amazing. We were pretty chilly up there in the wind, although the viewing platform is very very well designed. So we decided to check out Montparnasse cemetery. I get my Parisian cemeteries mixed up and thought we were going to see Oscar Wilde’s grave but we had to settle for Sartre and Simone de Beavoir.
Now, I knew these two were part of the whole cultural revolution in Paris and for some reason I hadn’t thought of the possibility of our lives overlapping. I mean, I read Sartre in college and for some reason when I read philosophy or political theory I usually assume that it was written a long time ago, unless its in the Atlantic or New York Times or Books and Culture. Anyway, I was totally thrown off when I saw the dates of death for Sartre and de Beauvoir. I mean, I was alive when they died. Not by much – probably just a few months in Sartre’s case – but nonetheless, alive. And that made me feel old. So it was probably fitting that we were walking through a graveyard. We did see some interesting grave décor.
Anyway, enough about mortality, we were off to get some falafel in the Marais.
I have to admit that this was the day I needed in Paris. Reentry from Edinburgh had been difficult. Especially when I discovered that my birthday gifts were still missing! They have yet to show up and one of them was a gorgeous leather purse. So sad. And I was just not too keen on being back here. So I was thankful for yesterday, both for its new views of the city and for its perception shift in my heart.