We have just left Paris, City of Love, and as much as I loved the Tour Eiffel, the Louvre, and the Musée d’Orsay, the highlight of my trip was going 65 feet below ground to take a tour of the catacombs. Here we were treated to dripping ceilings, dark corridors, and simply thousands of skeletons all stacked in rows.
I often like to write about crypts, tombs, mazes, and dungeons (Kendra Kandlestar has explored a few in her time), so this was the perfect bit of fuel for my imaginings. Here’s just a few photos from our tour . . .
This is the sign on the sidewalk pointing towards the tomb (this is where I began to get giddy).
The sign reads: “STOP! This is the Empire of Death.”
Bones. Lots of bones.
We didn’t take this staircase, but just got to stare down its dismal gloomy descent into murkiness.
This photo makes it look like it was nice and bright down there. It wasn’t.
This skull was one of the few that had teeth.
There are signs down below, marking each subterranean street.