Today we went to the Catacombs.
Well most of us did, Nick decided he rather go to a racing track which was cool, he likes betting and he works in the industry – and no he is not a horse. Trigg, Coatesy and I however, decided to go to the Catacombs.
We queued for over an hour and half, it felt a long time. I think that’s what pushed Nick over the edge, he much rather of watched the horses. They did laugh at me because I wasn’t too sure about what the Catacombs was, and the fact I forgot it was called and couldn’t pronounce it…
Cataprawns? Catadawns? Capahippos? They had a good laugh.
I’m not going to bore you with the history of the Catacombs – but to put a long story short, its basically lots and lots of bones.
Bones?
Yes, bones. Made into some kind of “art?” If thats the best word for it. The whole thing is a good mile long down a tunnel. So imagine this, down a tunnel, lots of human bones around you, mainly skulls, not much light. Like I wasn’t freaked out but there is a moment of “Yeah… these were people once”.
As Trigg puts it… “I wouldn’t like to life down there.
We didn’t want to walk as much today compared to the 13 miles the day before, so we sat and watched all the football in nearby bars. Slovakia beat Russia 2-1 which delighted us, Romania and Switzerland drew 1-1, and we watched the France game in a bar whilst having dinner.
By this point Nick has rejoined us, returning from he races. It was Five Euros entry, and he was up Five euros on betting – so he broke even. Well kinda, according to him due to exchange rate he was actually up £2… don’t ask.
It was a pretty dull game, but as the tournament was going on there was a theme of late goals in the games. So when France scored two late goals the restaurant exploded with joy. It was one of my highlights of the journey so far, seeing a whole bar go absolutely mental because the host nation was winning. Even against Albania – who have been defending very, very well.
Two things about Paris before we leave tomorrow. 1) There is no different between restaurants, cafes, and bars. They’re all the same. Some even quadruple up into newsagents as well. 2) Nobody turns left or right. All the roads seem to one way systems. I can barely remember having to use the green cross code in Paris. Isn’t that weird?
We went to bed a reasonable time due to our 6:40am train to Lille in the morning. Across the evening however, we heard of more violence occurring between English and Russian fans as the earlier game too place in Lille.
I’m sure nothing to worry about again.
