It was very pleasant to walk out of the hot sun and into the cool underground and it was a long walk from the entrance to the actual beginning of the ossuary. This provided plenty of time for stupid tourist tricks. Trying to find holes to jump out of, playing with the flashlight, walking like a monster. Great fun.
Another interesting pattern using skulls and bones ends.
Eventually, we climbed out of the catacombs and were back among the living. Bob, Justin and Hayley headed off to the Arch of Triumph and the Quai Branley museum. The latter is dedicated to the art of indigenous people around the world and was loosely divided into continents. I headed back to do some light grocery shopping and some heavy duty laundry. The ladies in the laundromat were very helpful and pleasant. There was this machine on the wall. If you wanted laundry soap, you pushed the numbered buttons for the soap dispenser (21) and then put in the coins. Across the room on the other side of the door is this metal box on the wall with no apparent way to access anything. After you pay, you hear this clunk, clunk and you have to know that you need to reach into a little flap on the left bottom side of this box to pull out the laundry soap. This little invention lost its novelty rapidly after I put in 1 Euro and got no soap. It was a lot like those gas stations where you can pay outside after you indicate which pump you wish to use which is easy enough, but the whole soap thing was a bit far-fetched.
Dinner was a repeat of last night and we have begun to pack in preparation for leaving tomorrow. We have been working on cleaning out the fridge. Tomorrow we will eat the croissant and demi baguette I bought this afternoon, some yogurt, the last peach and mango and hit the road. We will pick up the car on the west end of Paris and eventually head out to Normandy. Not sure if we will have working wifi at the next stop. We'll see.
So, what have we learned in Paris? It used to be that if a guy was wearing a baseball hat or wearing shorts, he was an American. Now you see them on Swedes, Chinese, and even the French. If you see someone wearing a Gilligan hat, it's an Italian. The Italians have replaced the Ugly American as the bane of the European tourist industry. They no longer make raisin snails (Pain aux Raisins) - at least the good ones with the custard in them. Using a Metro map from 1991 is not a good idea. There aren't as many pickpockets as Rick Steves leads you to believe. The next generation of French people seem to be a little warmer than the last. Hot weather brings out a lot of cleavage. Some of it should remain covered. Nobody should buy and wear a tshirt or other article of clothing that has writing in a language they don't understand. We have seen some real doozies.
I'm sure there are more, but they're just not coming to me. It's time to sign off and get into bed. Another busy day ahead of us tomorrow.
Todays step count: 16,014.