Okay, so I went back to Pére Lachaise, one of my favorite places in Paris. While I was there, an old man attempted to pick me up. I was confused at first, since he did not speak English. LMAO! That’s the weirdest place any man has tried to curry my favor. Have to give him credit for his line, though. He started off asking if he could show me where Oscar Wilde’s grave was. At first I thought he was trying to find it, then it dawned on me what the deal was. Hey, old guy at Pére Lachaise. Kudos for still trying.