There are cemeteries, and then there’s Cimetière du Père Lachaise — 110 acres of winding paths, towering mausoleums, and history so thick you can almost hear it whispering. Père Lachaise isn’t just a burial ground; over a million souls rest beneath its elaborate tombs, creating a vast necropolis, a true city of the dead. Some graves are pristine, adorned with fresh flowers, while others crumble into the earth, names fading from stone as if they were never there at all.
I had dreamed of visiting for years, and when I finally made it to Paris, there was only one grave at the top of my list: Jim Morrison.