Deep below the bustling streets of Paris, the remains of more than six million souls rest in the Catacombs of Paris. Luckily for us, it reopened today after being closed to the public for the past month and a half due to renovations. And thanks to our pre-purchased “skip the line” tickets (worth every penny of the extra charge), we bypassed a two-hour wait and immediately found ourselves 65 feet below ground.
A controlled number of people are allowed to explore the passageways at any given time, and so we were left to contemplate our own mortality in the eerie peace and quiet such reflection deserves.
When we reemerged a couple hours later, we were surprised to discover that snow had begun to descend upon the city. I was chilled to the bone, but strongly suspected that the weather had little to do with it.