Here, There and Ireland, too!: Jim Morrison, The Dorsay, Scams and Sore Feet

The thing about being in an apartment, the day often gets started later, but in Paris, that is OK. I had to take a round about way but I made it to Pere LaChaise Cemetery, Paris' largest. Here there are some notables buried and I spent some time paying my respects.
I began with the grave of Jim Morrison, lead singer of the Doors. (Light My Fired, for those who do not remember him.) I was here 20 years ago and they have cleaned it up considerably and there is no longer a 24 hour vigil. My next stop was Fredric Chopin, followed by Moliere, Yves Montand and Marcel Marceau. It is a fascinating cemetery with some interesting graves.
From here, I head to the D'Orsay museum. This is an old train station that has been turned into an impressionist museum. There is a whole floor dedicated to Monet, Renoir, Manet, Sisley, Pissarro and Cezanne. Although it was a great take in, I thing that the MFA can match its collection. This museum is nicely laid out be time period and it gives you a great deal of insight into how each painter grew over the years.
Leaving the D'Orsay, because my feet/foot could no longer take it, I stepped out on the main concourse to catch the Metro. All of a sudden, this guy bends down in front of me and get up and shows a gold band in his hand and say, "Look what I found. this is my lucky day. But you have it. It is solid gold." I said no thanks but he kept insisting that I have it. I suggested he give it to his church and give it to Jesus. This sent him over the edge and he threw his hands up and began cursing me and left. Not less then 4 other people tried the same thing and I gave the same answer- Give it to Jesus. I got the same indignation each time. I am not sure what the scam is but I wasn't buying. I caught on to this one pretty fast.
Of course, the Metro was at least a mile away but it was good because I got to go past the Louvre and the Garden of the Tulleries. Both places were hubs of activity. I really like Paris. The people my seems abrupt but we have to remember that there are 9 million people living here. (and then add the tourists.) But unlike the rest of France, there is a "Joie de vie" that the people show in the cafes, the museums and on the streets at night. Not all the people on the plaza at the Notre Dame were tourists. many were locals enjoying their city. It is a really joyful and hopeful place to be . Each time I come, and this is my 4th trip, I just like it more and more.
Well enough of my rambling.