France Day 4 – Paris

My traveling companion’s (half) brother really wanted to go to the catacombs, so he invited me since my traveling companion did not want to go anywhere near that place. He wore his Walking Dead t-shirt, since it seemed remotely appropriate. My traveling companion’s step-father also joined us. We arrived 45 minutes before opening, and there was already a gigantic line. We were greeted by a Canadian traveling alone, and looking to socialize. I was a bit peeved for whatever reason and didn’t want anything to do with her. It’s a bad habit of mine when traveling: I never want to associate with anyone from my own country.

Anyway…

I think in total we waited for about 3 or 4 hours before actually getting into the catacombs. You cannot buy tickets ahead of time, and you cannot make reservations. Some things in France make little sense to me. The poor people at the end of the line when we got in surely weren’t going to make it. I felt really bad for those who would wait in the line for so long and wouldn’t actually get to enter.DSC_0352I found this picture very entertaining, especially the part that says “Admission may be delayed for a short time during busy periods”.

I was expecting the catacombs to be creepy or scary, but they were neither. The only thing I felt was sadness. Each skull represented a life that lived, and died. Each person had their own likes, dislikes, hopes, dreams, and desires. Now all of that is gone, and each one of us walking around, looking at the thousands upon thousands of skeletons, would be just like them, only buried some place else, or turned to ash and returned to the earth. In the end, nothing matters. Even if we don’t destroy Earth ourselves, in the next 5 billion years, it will die anyway. I don’t care if it seems like a long time. The fact is that it has an end; whether sooner or later, and that idea makes me feel a bit empty.

But they did have some cool stuff down there:

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Stairs to nowhere?

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Art in the catacombs

Once out of the catacombs, we got some lunch. I ordered an appetizer that was as big as a meal, and walked away beyond stuffed.

We met back up with my traveling companion, and then she and I headed to Notre Dame to see if we could go up to see the sights. We went inside first (the line, though extremely long, moved very fast), and I finally feasted my eyes on the inside of Notre Dame. Although it was spectacular, all of the churches begin to look the same after awhile. Here is a taste:

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Unfortunately when we got to the line to go to the top, they had just recently closed it for the rest of the day. I was a bit sad because we had that plan, but it was never my original intention to go see it, so I got over it pretty quickly.

My traveling companion, someone who absolutely LOVES to plan every single detail, found a restaurant with excellent reviews to go dine. I declined accompanying them since it was their last night together, and I didn’t want to intrude. My traveling companion protested a bit, but I insisted. When they left, I took off to go to the mall to try and find an adapter, since I still didn’t have one.

The mall had free Wi-Fi, which was great, so I chatted up my best friend at home about some of the cute clothes and how expensive they were. (I found some adorable shorts that I really wanted, but they were 300 euros, about $450 Canadian, so it was a resounding “no”.) Unfortunately, after much desperate search, I found nothing of any use. I then headed to a store that my traveling companion suggested. They had lots of adapters there, but none from North America for France. There was only one thing that was close, but it was a heavy transformer, and was 30 euros. I went back to the apartment still concerned about my inability to find an adapter.

Since I never really unpacked, packing for our trip to Saumur the next day was a breeze. As much as I loved Paris, I was very excited to leave.

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