It dawned on me today that the Instagram post I put out on what would have been by dad’s birthday was something I wanted to save for posterity. As this day is the anniversary of his passing and this blog is like my diary, specifically related to travel it felt natural to add it here.
France :: The Catacombs of Paris
“Stop. This is the empire of death.”
The Catacombs of Paris are underground ossuaries in Paris, France, which hold the remains of more than six million people in a small part of a tunnel network built to consolidate Paris’ ancient stone mines, the ossuary was created as part of the effort to eliminate the city’s overflowing cemeteries.
France :: Keeping the mind busy (moving to Paris)
“Life asked death, ‘Why do people love me but hate you?’ Death responded, ‘Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth.”
To live in Paris, my favourite city, and attend language school for at least three months to get my French up to speed. This has been on my Bucket List for years. I had originally planned it to be the final stop for my trip, but with everything that happened with Eystein, I need to not roam aimlessly for a while. I need something to keep me busy, to keep my mind from thinking of him, us and our story for at least a few hours each day…