On December 2008, my parents and I went on a vacation to France and Spain. On the very last day of our stay in the enchanting city of Paris, I decided to explore the city alone while my mom was attending a conference and my dad was too busy being a workaholic (He even brought his laptop so he could work long-distance).
After circling around Seine and Notre Dame area, I headed to Pere Lachaise cemetery to visit one of the greatest writers alive, Oscar Wilde. I remembered as a child reading The Happy Prince and Other Stories, and apparently it was the first book ever to shed tears from my eyes.
The cemetery was very large, and it took me a good two hours under the soft light of dusk ‘till I could finally find his burial site. The tomb was made of grey stone, tall and rectangular with some sort of Mediterranean statue attached in the middle. Almost every inch of the surface was covered up by writings and lipstick marks from his loyal fans. On the bottom of the tomb, I found a plaque stating the ban to vandalize the tomb (Evidently they don’t want another kiss planted after the thousands lipstick marks visible on the grey stone).
Nevertheless I found a lipstick left anonymously behind the plaque. Not caring how many unknown lips had contaminated the red substance, I put it on thickly and then quickly planted a loving smooch on a clear spot on the left side of the tomb. So there goes my first kiss in Paris! <3>
I left with a broad grin and a bunch of stars twinkling in my eyes.
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