We got to sleep in finally! Thank goodness! We took Ericka to the Catacombs....but not without a 2 hours wait. I read my previous blog about coming here and it said that we waited 2 hours, but I thought maybe it'd be different. No such luck. Thankfully, the wait doesn't feel like two hours. Ericka's first reactions were like this:
It was definitely breathtaking. Bones upon bones upon bones. It was sad that people had written on some of the skulls. After about 5 minutes, you get used to being among the bones and it doesn't bother you that much. Since it's been a rainy season, there were little puddles of mud and drips of water falling from the ceiling, which isn't that tall down there. It's definitely not a place for people who are claustrophobic.
I found Aaron, myself, and Ericka in skull form. We wondered if every skull that was used here was visible or if some were thrown in the back with the other bad bones.
Ericka made a lot of these faces today.
You can see on the right that some skulls have been taken. How very sad. You definitely couldn't do that now, as they have a guard that checks your bags at the exit. But why would you even want a femur bone?! So morbid and disgusting.
Check out the ceiling. So low.
After the Catacombs, we continued with our "death" theme and went to Pere Lachaise. Ericka's a huge Edith Piaf fan so that was the #1 important thing to see here. BUT as I already knew Edith is all the way in the back. So along the way, we stopped by Jim Morrison and even cooler, Sacha Joly's grandmother's grave. She is actually buried not even 20 meters away from Jim. We also learned about Victor Noir, the famous French writer who was killed by one of Napoleon's brothers for writing something they didn't like. The rumor is that you're supposed to rub either his feet, lips, or private parts and you'll become pregnant.
I did it for kicks.
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