In 1971 Jim was bored with life in Los Angeles and the memory of his first visit to Paris in 1970 had possibly given rise to his emphasizing, weeks before leaving,
that he needed a few months rest in order to write new poems and he thought Paris might
well be the perfect place. He mentioned that he wanted to buy an old church in the south of
France, do it up and live in it, his own permanent island of peace.
Pamela was enthusiastic about the idea. Jim had told her much about Paris,
and she was aching to live in this enchanted, far-away, romantic city, and
this was a good chance of course to get Jim away from The Doors and have him all
to herself. "The man is a poet", she insisted, "he shouldn't be wasting his time with
a rock band!" The Doors knew Pamela's views of course, and were naturally not of the same
opinion.
Jim Morrison arrived in Paris on 11th March 1971, a month after Pamela.
He was very happy. He loved to walk down the Rue St. Antoine, as an ordinary tourist,
or take expeditions across the Ile St. Louis.
July 3rd 1971 -
In the early hours of the morning Pamela woke up and found the bathroom door locked from
the inside. She felt that something was wrong, and in a panic she called several friend,
who all hurried to Rue Beautreillis No. 17 straight away.
Together they broke down the bathroom door and found Jim Morrison lying lifelessly in the tub, a smile playing on his lips.
A trickle of clotted blood ran from his nose to his upper lip.
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