The Catacombs were unreal. I kept telling my Mom that I felt like I was on a Pirate's of the Caribbean ride or something. It was very hard for me to wrap my mind around the fact that those were all actual bones. We tried to go to the cemetary where Jim Morrison is buried but it had just closed. I was disheartened but turned around to see that tiny European car, which made everything better.
Thank you for taking a trip down Parisian memory lane with me!