Sunday morning Dusty again was awake for much of the night, and again awoke at 9:40 or so. By 11:30 we were at the catacombs, where you walk alone the tunnels until you get the anonymous bones of millions of Parisians. After the initial shock it becomes somewhat ‘more of the same’. There were only a few dozen people in the catacombs with us, all trying to figure out how to get good pictures without using flash, which was forbidden. Apparently the dead do not like flash photography.
Catacombs (yes, I used a flash for this picture, but not the others)
Altar in the Catacombs
Another Altar in the Catacombs
CJ's picture - mine turned out fuzzy
We then grabbed a snack - at McDonald's again - before heading up to Sacre-Coeur, checking out the shops along the way. The church was nice, but after a while it feels too new and pristine (since it is) compared others we’d seen.
Sacré-Cœur
At this point Kathy and Robby headed back to the apartment while CJ and I kept on, seeing the Church of St-Pierre-de-Montemartre, Place du Tertre, and Moulin de la Galette, where Renoir’s Bal du Moulin de la Galette that we’d seen yesterday at the Orsay was painted. That evening we did more laundry (fun!) and got ready to leave Paris.
