Catacombes de Paris | Lisbeth Black
“Vous ne pouvez aller de l’avant..” My French is dodgy but not as bad as my companion. I look at her face and translate what I think the guide has said- that we can only go forward, not back. She looks at me with horror and I grimace. Ahead of us lies one long tunnel, lined floor to ceiling with bones. Shaking off a severe case of the heebie-jeebies I walk on and try to stop looking to the side of me but I can’t. I find myself fixated with the varying sizes of skulls embedded