A limited number of people are allowed in the catacombs at any given time, so the wait in the queue in the morning starts at about 45 minutes and goes into the hours by afternoon. It is, however, completely worth it. After descending through over half a kilometre of access tunnels, the ossuary begins.
Bored miners make art
More art by bored miners
The skulls begin
The skulls continue
They go on
Poetical message, like
So many bones
Dome formed by subsidence
We emerged, blinking, into the bright Paris summer and sought sustenance. We ate lunch in the tiny park near the ossuary entrance and watched some shirtless drunks swagger about making speeches that I'm not sure were comprehensible even if one did speak French. Once our strength was restored, we went to the Eiffel Tower. The Erics went to climb the stairs while becala and I went to lie in the grass at its feet and chat.
Classic tourist picture, except..
...for the Segway tour!
Antics in the grass (becala and Erics)
Tuckered out by antics, we finished our day with wine and sushi and more wine, with cheese. I rolled off to bed at midnight, my inner goth fully satisfied.