After a quick 7+ hour flight (I know that seems long, but I have had much longer), we landed at Paris Charles de Gaulle airport. Since there would be a few hours before our flat was ready my plan was to spend some time in the Air France arrivals lounge and then catch the train to the city. I had received mixed messages as to if I could have access to this lounge via my Delta Medallion level and my Skyclub membership so I made sure to ask the helpful staff at the Skyclub in Atlanta if me and my guests would be permitted. The agent looked a bit on his computer and said we would. D’accord! Upon arrival the agent at the Air France lounge said otherwise.
Usually I have a plan B, this time I did not, so we spent an hour or two at the airport in non-lounge surroundings. We took the RER and Metro to our Air B’n’B flat in the 2nd arrondissement. It was small, but very nice and had all the three of us would need for three days and was in a great location. We took a quick walk to a shop for some supplies and took a quick nap to try to mute the jet lag a bit.
Having only a short day we decided to do only one thing and that was tour the Paris Catacombs. In the late 1700s Paris’ cemeteries were way full and they needed the space to build stuff so they dug up all the old bones and placed them in abandoned quarries that were at the time outside the city. They are now beneath the streets of Paris. The bones of millions of people from the middle ages until the turn of the 18th century.
I’m not sure why, but I have always wanted to tour them. Being a history buff I have always liked cemeteries and this is just different kind. It was interesting and had far less walking than I had imagined. It is a bit odd to be in the presence of the remains of so many people who are identified only by cemetery and date of removal from it. It must have had a bit of a subliminal effect on my tired brain because I had two dreams about dead realtives that night. It is no wonder some people believe in ghosts. Not me, but I’d still rather not have the dreams.The gift shop was small, and over priced even by major attraction gift shop standards, but I got a few things.
We walked to a cafe nearby for dinner and spotted a boucherie across the street and decided to check it out after dinner. I grabbed a sampling of sausages for us to snack on along with some cheese. We hopped the Metro back to the flat. While we were en route I opened my bag to get something and noted that it wouldn’t be a trip to Europe for me without everything I have in my backpack smelling of smoked sausage at some point.