I spent a semester in Holland while in college, and one week we took a class excursion to Paris. I was so excited about visiting this cemetery, especially when I learned that my favorite art history professor would be giving the tour.

Unfortunately, the morning of one of our classmates lost his passport and Eurail pass. So while our professor was dealing with him, the rest of us wondered around the cemetery on our own. It was still cool, and I’m very happy I had a chance to see it (and Jim Morrison’s grave before he’s evicted…), but I’m still bummed out about it.