The initial plan of the day was to lay low, go to a café in our neighborhood, carouse the farmer’s market, and begin the slow, sad process of packing and cleaning. However, once Heather realized that she confused the catacombs with the crypt, off to the catacombs we went. Basically, Paris needed space, so their brilliant plan was to dig up the cemeteries and place all of the bodies into this catacomb. Six. Million. Skeletons. ?!?! Tunnels full of neatly packaged human remains. It was like the freaking Costco of bones:
Heather loved it. I was mildly creeped out. The major plus was that it was markedly cooler 500 steps underground.
Already out and about, and close to Luxembourg Gardens, we decided to knock this sight off of our list:
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| The French CIA is located underneath the park. |
After the Luxembourg Gardens, Heather headed to buy gifts and I returned to our neighborhood to get a jump on packing and a say a final goodbye to Le Marais.
Packing all done, we headed out for our final night in
Paris. Our walk home yielded this beautiful shot:
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