Not to obsess on Pere Lachaise, Paris’ largest cemetery established by Napoleon in 1804, but it is kinda obsession-worthy. Balzac, Edith Piaf, Jim Morrison, Yves Montand, and it seems anybody who’s ever been anybody is buried there. Hell – even...

So, we were all leaving England. And the Queen was all, “Don’t leave my faire countrie. Staye, Deirdre, Rose and Suzanne.” (I’ve told her, like, three times it’s actually “Susan.”)  So, I’m all, “OK. Well, if we...

OK. It was another break-speed day of being a tourist.  We started by swinging by Buckingham Palace, because I swear the queen has been texting and phoning and Facebooking and even sending men in bear hats and red suits to come a personally BEG us to drop by. So we...