
After my morning caffiene dose and a taste of pain au chocolate, we hopped on a bus and headed north to the markets of Port de Cligioncourt. It was fabulous to watch the Parisian streets go by, with all the gorgeous little balconies and flower boxes filled with red geraniums.
After the Musee de Rodin, we headed back to the hotel for a shower before heading out to the Latin Quarter and Saint Germain. We found a gorgeous little corner restaurant where everyone was queuing. Where the locals are prepared to queue, you know the food must be good, so we followed suit. The next morning, we had a later start before finding another cafe for 'une cafe au lait' before hedaing to the Catacombs. the ancient tunnels, mapping some of the streets of paris underground and the bony graveyards of the ossury were all rather macarbe, but gave one a sense of history. When you see the dates on the pillar markings of 1785 and 1805, it definately puts things in perspective. Mental note, I want to be cremated.
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