Yesterday we met in the rainy morning to enter the catacombs. I'm not entirely sure what it had to do with class, something about the macabre and romanticism, but it was really really cool! We walked down the seemingly never-ending spiral staircase until, finally, you hit the bottom. And you're dizzy from the stairs, disoriented, and its cool and damp and smells like a mixture between cave and death. Then you walk through a long, winding tunnel, remains of the limestone quarry that the Paris underground is made up of. Suddenly there is a opening into a arched hallway. Then more tunnels, then finally you enter the ossuary. Something like 6 million bodies form this temple of death. The creepiest part wasn't the bones but the "water" dripping constantly from the ceiling. It was leaching through the limestone and you could see the very small stalactites forming. But thinking that it is either water from the dirty Parisian streets, or bone juice, or a mix of both was unnerving.
After emerging, a few of us sat down at a bistro for a quick lunch before heading to the Orsay. Third day in a row of the beautiful but very overcrowded museum was exhausting. We briefly talked about Impressionism but had to call it quits because we were all visibly tired from the busy week. Later on, Lauren and I went out for Indian food for dinner. It was even better than last time, and we ended up eating for close to three hours. By the time we were done we had no motivation to go out with everyone so we called it a night.
Today I woke up early for the market, and tried not to over buy vegetables again. After a leisurely morning, we went out to the Opera area to shop. The district is full of chic and fashionable boutiques, most of which are way out of my price range. But I had to buy a box of chocolates from Fauchon. They're so pretty and will be eaten later, with delight. Wandering around, window-shopping, we stumbled upon the first Mexican restaurant I've seen in Paris. It was actually pretty decent. We got frozen margaritas, tortas, and tres leche cake. The margaritas packed a punch though, and we were both pretty tipsy after lunch. Attempted more shopping but ended up going home, for a nap. Must work on my midterm, then will go out dancing later.
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Hallway to the tombs |
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Christian symbols everywhere |
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Fountain (of death??) |
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Reminded me of Andy Goldsworthy, but in bones |
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High-end department stores abound |
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