Eeeuw, I've Got Catacombs On My Shoe!
Nothing like starting the morning by traipsing through a kilometer of skulls and bones in the recesses of underground Paris. No, really. Something straight outta the Goth tour guide "must-do" list, the Catacombs allowed us to indulge in feeling spookier-than-thou or just kind of creeped-out. After a while the realization that there are more "people" down here than all who currently live in Paris left us kind of numb and not at all hungry. OK, it could have been the bakery goods we took with us "just in case" that we happily munched before we entered the empire of the dead.