Originally posted on 3 April 2015
Since we knew we had to be back at the hostel at 17:45 so we could get the coach back to Paris-Nord, we decided to get up early again and go to the catacombs.
Unfortunately, we didn’t get as early a start as we would’ve liked and ended up standing in a queue for two hours.
The results of two hours in a queue minus the talking:
Before you enter the catacombs, there’s an exhibit with these awesome looking images.
The official entrance…
…and then the catacombs
When we came out of the catacombs, it was beautiful and sunny, so we got to spend the last five hours of our Paris weekend in the sun.
First though, snack, and when in France…
Then we wandered back to the Eiffel Tower, and walked across the Seine one more time.
Then we realised that even though none of us wanted to go back to London, we should return to the hostel so we wouldn’t miss our train.
We went in to get our bags and tickets for the train, and also went to the basement to use the loo (restroom) where we discovered this awesome graffiti in the stairwell.
Going back to Paris-Nord
Back at Paris-Nord
We went through first French customs, then UK customs. The queue for UK customs took forever because some people had forgotten their visa letters. Once we were through, we bought food to take on the train.
One weekend isn’t enough to see all of Paris. There were things like the Jardin du Luxenbourg that we didn’t see that would’ve been interesting to wander around in. There are day trips to Versailles and Calais that I’m looking forward to doing at some point. I’m looking forward to getting the chance to go back to Paris and explore more of the city. It’s a place where one wants to spend more than a weekend. The weekend was enough to give us a taste, though. It fed a desire to go back, in the same way going to Venice for four days fueled my family to spend ten days there the next time we went to Italy.
With all the travelling I’ve done and plan to do, I have no doubt that one of these days I’ll find myself back in Paris, and other towns in France as well. I look forward to sharing those experiences. Paris is different than London which I’ve loved for years, but there’s also something about Paris that made me like it. It’s different because I know much more about the history of London and the UK, than I do about Paris or France. I think, though, I could grow to appreciate Paris in the same way I appreciate the towns I’ve been to in Italy. I don’t know if it could ever get to the level London is in my mind, but with my passion for British history, it’s hard to top London.