Of course I managed to fall ill while in Paris. So this morning I was not feeling well at all and it was a very slow start. We got up and had breakfast as we have had for the past few days and head back up to the room so that I could sleep a little bit longer.
At around lunch time, we head out to get some medication and start our day. Today was another big day and I definitely did not want to miss it.
The Catacombs are a bucket list item for me, and besides the Eiffel Tower, seeing them was the only thing I could talk about before our holiday. No sickness was going to keep me from going down into the Catacombs. We used the metro to get to the Catacombs. From our hotel we got onto line 9 to Strasbourg Saint-Denis where we changed for line 4 to Denfert Rochereau. The Catacombs were a 2 minute walk from the Denfert Rochereau metro station.
The line into the Catacombs was fairly long, but luckily we had pre-bought out tickets (pre-bought tickets were a lifesaver during our time in France) so we could jump the long queue and go straight into the Catacombs. There are 130 steps down into the Catacombs and as you go down the air gets colder and more damp – it has a really morbid and eery feeling to it.
The Catacomb complex is consists of around 2kms of narrow corridors dug from limestone quarries. I had completely misunderstood the meaning behind the Catacombs. I always thought that they were part of a religious ritual but they were created to help alleviate unhygienic and overcrowded cemeteries in the late eighteenth and mid-nineteenth centuries.
Apart from walls covered in symmetrical piles of skulls and bones, some of the chambers are decorated with wall sculptures, and philosophical poems about life and death that you can ponder on why walking through the galleries. The tour took us around 45 minutes before having to climb up 83 steps to the exit of the Catacombs.
We decided to have lunch at Luxembourg park before heading home so that I could have another nap before we head out for our evening activity.
You can’t leave Paris without seeing a Cabaret show and because this was our last night in Paris we decided that it would be the perfect night to watch a show. There was a strict dress code, so we dressed up and head to the Lido de Paris on the Champs-Élysées. Unfortunately, you are not allowed to take pictures during the show (for obvious reasons) so the only pictures I have from that evening is a posed picture of myself on the balcony of our hotel that we took before heading out for the evening.