Jim Morrison's Grave - A Metamorphosis

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The first time I went to Paris, in late August of 1988, I was nineteen years old. I had never expected that I would travel so far. None of it felt real. I visited the Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame, and the Louvre. Then I visited the place I most wanted to see: Jim Morrison's grave in Père LaChaise cemetery. His music and poetry had helped me through my turbulent high school years.

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A great story about visiting Jim’s grave.

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