I am not sure which day this picture was taken. The name made me laugh. Extra Greek. I am guessing it was probably amazing, as it was always full. We ate dinner one night at the place next door, L’Atlas. It was tasty.
This was a Chinese restaurant that we did eat at. It was delicious, but I was still suffering from my anorexia and did not eat my whole meal. The poor waitress was really upset. I told her the meal was so good, but my body was having trouble with eating. I am not sure if she understood me. I felt pretty bad.
Now for the Catacombs.
May 25, 2017: Les Catacombs
Visiting the Catacombs was a learning experience. I underestimated the popularity of the bones placed under the city. I should have purchased advanced tickets. We wound up waiting in line for three hours. Once again, as I have mentioned in a few other posts, purchase advance tickets or “tours” of the tourist sites. The app I liked the most was Viator. Just make sure to plan out what sites you want to see before you leave as you will most likely need to print out the tickets. Most sites do not have a mobile check-in option.
Some flowers in the garden near the Catacomb entrance.
Gabriel wearing his handy dandy tourist vest.
I really like the buildings in Paris. I took a lot of pictures of homes, businesses, and Metro stations.
More flowers. We were by the garden for a very long time.
Pretty kitty. This was about two and a half hours in. We were close to the entrance
Finally. We made it in. There are a lot of stairs, then some tunnels. It was so cool in there. It felt really good after our long wait in the hot sun.
I don’t know why, but this sign made me giggle. It was for a small auditorium, but, to me, it looks like a guy surrounded by bowling balls.
The Catacombs are enormous. They have blocked off a number of other tunnels to keep people from getting lost. People still find other ways into other parts of the Catacombs and get lost. There are also a few levels. This gate is actually blocking a window looking down on a lower level. We walked under this window a little later.
The tunnels were naturally created by high ocean levels. This means that there are fossils in the walls and interesting shells have been found.
Shhh. I might have taken pictures, but I did not use a flash. I also did not pet the skulls.
Now, on to the part everyone is interested in. The bones. A little history:
This ossuary was created as place to deposit the remains of a mass grave in the Saint Innocents cemetery. The grave had started to break down and caused damage to some of the infrastructure around it.
It now houses approximately six million people from a few cemeteries. The remains were not always so organized. The bones were organized in a more visitable way in 1810 when the ossuary was renovated.
Public visits were largely limited to four tours per year. I believe they started to allow daily tours after Paris hosted the World’s Fair in 1900.
One of those closed off tunnels.
This was the only skull with teeth. It was also a slightly different color than the others.
Some of the sights we saw on our way back to our hotel.
This is something that I had also seen in Portugal in 1995. Saving the façade of the building, but putting up a more modern building behind it. I believe it allows the city to retain its classic charm without falling behind the times. Or having people fall through floors that are hundreds of years old.
I love French graffiti. Also, this little stone shack is adorable.
Our final dinner in Paris. My burger was delicious.
Our desserts were works of art. The top is some sort of ice cream with puff pastry deliciousness and the next one is a perfect crème brûlée.
May 26: Leaving Paris
Some pictures of the city as our taxi driver took us back to the airport.
At the airport. Even the stores in the airport have beautiful displays.
An airport art gallery.
Last selfie in Paris.
I started tearing up at this point. My Paris adventure was more than I had expected. I didn’t realize I was going to miss it, but I do.
Mount Rainier. We made it back to Seattle. We had also flown over the Tri-Cities. I was on the wrong side of the plane to get a picture of my neighborhood.
Made it home from Seattle.