Catacombes de Paris

September 28, 2016

 “Vous ne pouvez aller de l’avant.."


My #French is dodgy but not as bad as my companion’s.  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 onwards 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 into the walls some of which I can unfortunately tell are very small. The tunnels on first impression are pretty and lined with fairly dim lighting casting an eerie glow.  It’s cold and I can’t help but wonder which busy #Parisian street we are currently walking under and which we’ll exit onto. This is until I see the plaques scattered about the walls and wander over to read them.  Thankfully I can read this beautiful language better than I can speak it so the longing of these words is not lost on me.  As much as I appreciate seeing this slice of history I suddenly feel like I’m being disrespectful so I walk the rest with eyes averted apologetically.


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