Under Paris

Having visited the Catacombs in Rome, we were interested in visiting the ones in Paris too. Despite all the reviews talking about having to wait for hours, here we experienced one of the benefits of travelling in winter in Europe – no lines at all! The catacombs were really interesting.  Originally a space for mining, they changed function in the late 18th century when some of the aboveground cemeteries were closed down for being unsanitary, and thousands of bones were moved underground here.  I found it quite creepy wandering through almost a kilometre of bones underground, but Reubs wasn’t bothered by it.  (If you are easily spooked you might want to just scroll down the page…)

 

Headed underground
Headed underground

 

Some of the many bones
Some of the many bones

 

 

 

 

 

Not bothered at all!
Not bothered at all!

 

 

After our adventure underground, we headed to the Musee d’Orsay, where we spent a few hours admiring the art.  No photos were allowed of the pictures, but some of highlights are here and here (as well as the amazing building itself here).

 

Well, we took one photo but its not of the art!
Well, we took one photo but it’s not of the art!

 

Our apartment was in Montmartre, but on the non-touristy side of the hill. A ten minute walk from our place took us to the famous Basilica of Sacre-Coeur, complete with tourists, stalls selling souvenirs and even karaoke on the steps!

 

 

Basilica of Sacre Coeur
Basilica of Sacre Coeur

 

View from the Basilica
View from the Basilica

 

Karaoke on the steps. A passable rendition of "No Woman, No Cry"!
Karaoke on the steps. A passable rendition of “No Woman, No Cry”!

 

After visiting the Basilica, we went to the Montmartre cemetery, but couldn’t find anyone famous (definitely a place to have a map – we couldn’t find the office where one could supposedly get them).

Along the streets of Montmarte
Along the streets of Montmarte

 

One of the ornate graves in the cemetery
One of the ornate graves in the cemetery

 

We wandered around the streets of Montmartre and found the famous Moulin Rouge, which is actually much smaller and less exciting than I had thought it might be.

 

 

Us in front of the windmill
Us in front of the windmill

 

We didn’t pay to go in, but joined the other tourists flocking to take photos! I definitely had my beloved Moulin Rouge soundtrack going through my head.

 

(Some of you may recognise this song from Moulin Rouge from our wedding where it was sung by Reuben’s dad and sister…special memories!)

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Aunty Moira says:

    So good to hear that beautiful song again ! Prefer Sacha and Keiths version! ! !

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  2. Mum Bunn says:

    The bones ARE creepy. The basilica looks real pretty — that was next on my “see in Paris” list, so now I’ve been able to enjoy vicariously.

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