On our last full day in Paris, our first stop was at the world famous Catacombs. In this former quarry, millions of bones line the walls in a spooky yet enthralling display. This history of the catacombs dates back to the 1700s, when due to disease caused by rotting bodies, the city decided to eliminate cemeteries that were attached to churches and create 3 massive cemeteries. What to do with all the bodies from all the former cemeteries? They were all discreetly moved into the network of passages of an abandoned quarry that was at the time just outside of the city’s limits.
The visit to the catacombs first starts with climb down some hundred or so stairs, followed by a walk of a couple of kilometers of old passageways. These old passageways were at times so low that I had to duck a little or else my head would scrape against the ceiling. After walking for 15-20 minutes, you finally get to the passageways that display the bones along its walls. I thought that I would be a little freaked out but I wasn’t. It was more intriguing than anything else. I was also surprised that Erin wasn’t too freaked out either. She later told me she just imagined that they were “Hollywood fakes”. I must admit that after walking with stacks of bones on either side for about 10 minutes that they just start to blend into the walls.
We made our way back to ground level where our bags were searched. It appears that some people actually try to steal some bones for whatever reason. We had a nice small conversation with the guard, who showed us a pile of bones and skulls that people had tried to take over the last couple of days. Once out on the street, it took a little while to catch our bearings, as we were a few kilometers from where we first entered the catacombs. After some 20 minutes of walking, we were back where we started, which also happened to be where the Metro stop was.
Our next destination was the Rodin museum. The museum includes many statues and various works of the famous sculptor. Also on display are many casts of his works and some paintings from some of his artist friends such as Van Gogh and Monet.
This was a very interesting museum to visit, to see the various stages that a sculptor takes to create the final product. The museum also contains an impressive garden where two of his most famous works are displayed. The Thinker (Le penseur) shown to the right, and the Gates of Hell, the famous sculpture based on Dante’s Divine Comedy, and where a lot of his other sculptures found their origins. In fact, the Thinker was originally supposed to be part of the Gates of Hell, but Rodin decided to make it into its own statue instead.
The Rodin museum was to be our last sightseeing stop of the trip. With wallet in hand, Erin was eager for our next stop, the Gallerie Lafayette. The Gallerie is a 6 story, 2 building city block wide store that contains everything from restaurants, high fashion designers to children’s toys and souvenirs. For our entire trip Erin was eager to shop at this famous store. We skipped the first floor and headed straight to the second, where Erin looked at clothes and shoes, ranging from designer stuff to things you’d find at Sears and the Bay. We then headed to the 3rd floor where there’s nothing but bras, panties and lingerie. Erin spent the majority of her time there, and I can’t say I minded too much 😛 After making a few purchases, we headed to the children’s floor, where I picked up some Lego for our nieces and a tshirt for our nephew. We then crossed over to the other building where men’s fashions could be found. I looked around but didn’t find anything that I really liked, and the things I did like were far too expensive!
After spending 4 or so hours at the store, we made our last trek back to the hotel. On the way we stopped by a restaurant where I tried tartar (which I found delicious). From the restaurant, we stopped at a little shop where I picked up some bottles of red wine to bring back home as gifts. Once back at the hotel, we packed our bags for the trip back home. Both Erin and I were sad to leave this wonderful city. At the same time, we both didn’t want to leave, but we were also looking forward to being back home, with our friends, families and cats, and get to sleep in our own bed.
Our 8th day in Paris wasn’t much of a day. We checked out of the hotel at 6:30am and made our way to the airport via the Metro and the train. We left a little earlier because of the possible disruptions of the metro system due to the partial strike, but we still managed to get to the airport fairly early. We arrived there at 8:30 with our flight not departing until 11:30. Our flight departed a little late and unlike our flight to Paris, this one was pretty uneventful, save for some major turbulence that hit as we were about to land in Montreal. My parents were there to greet us as we arrived and drove us back home to Ottawa. The ride home consisted of discussing our trip and the many sights and experiences that we had.
So there it is, my final entry in our Paris honeymoon diary. Writing this has allowed me to relive some amazing memories that will stay with me forever. Not only did I really enjoy my trip to Paris, but I got to share that experience with my new wife. Our hope is to go back in a few years and see the many sights that we didn’t get a chance to see this time around. Paris, you captured our hearts and we shall see you again.
> Photo Gallery Link: Catacombs
> Photo Gallery Link: Rodin Museum
For the first time since we arrived in Paris, the sun was out, the sky was blue and it was warm. For our previous 5 days, it was always very cloudy, grey and cool, which is perfect when you’re doing a lot of walking around. The weather was perfect as we were going to be spending the majority of the day outside. We arrived early at our first destination, the 
The guided tour over, Erin and I then made our way to the basement where the mausoleum is found. There we saw the tombs of Voltaire, Pierre & 
Our next stop was the 
Crossing the street to our next destination, we were again accosted by the same gypsies. They are very persistent! Erin was now in heaven, as we were at the famed 
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But I digress. Once in the palace itself, we walked around the many rooms admiring the level of detail, the richness of the materials and the beauty of the architecture. Every ceiling was covered in gold ornaments, statues and was beautifully painted. All the chandeliers were made of crystal. The beds adorned with ostrich feathers and very fine linen. Paintings and busts of the royal family hung in every room. More often than not, the paintings revolved around Louis XIV. The bedroom walls covered in fabric. Old tapestries hanging in some rooms, covering entire walls. Each door knob and window handle handcrafted to perfection Even the chapel was covered in gold. This was 17th century extravagance at its finest.
Suffering from a bit of painting and statue overload, caused by all the previous museums that we saw so far on our honeymoon, we only stayed in the palace itself for about an hour and we headed for the famous gardens. The gardens and landscaping was the main reason why I wanted to see the Palace of Versailles, and I was not disappointed. The craftsmanship and horticultural work of the gardens is nothing short of stunning. Fountains adorned every corner, flower beds could be seen for miles. The trees heading down to the artificial lake formed a maze that took you to various gardens on the estate. Within one of these mazes contains a small open air restaurant where we had lunch. It was quite something to eat on the Versailles gardens itself.
With lunch out of the way we walked the mazes and and viewed the multitude of gardens. We rested along the banks of the artificial lake, where we watched people rent canoes and go out on the lake. I was tempted to go, but with all the electronic gear that I was carrying we decided against it. The afternoon almost over, we walked back towards the castle while enjoying an extremely delicious ice cream cone. Just as we arrived to the yards to re-enter the castle, the fountain water show begun. Seeing dozens of water fountains go off at the same time was a stunning sight. We decided to walk the gardens a little longer to enjoy the water show. Upon re-entering the palace, I zoomed into the souvenir shop and picked up a book on the gardens, as well as a CD of the music that we heard all afternoon while visiting.
The train ride back to the hotel was uneventful. The trains were nearly empty so I luckily was able to sit for the ride, allowing my aching feet to rest. We got back to the hotel at 6, had a small nap and headed out to supper at the Canon de la Nation restaurant. I ordered duck confit, which was my first try at eating duck. The duck itself was delicious but I couldn’t eat the skin. I found the skin too thick, very greasy and having a texture that I did not enjoy. The duck meat itself was delicious. We made our way back to the hotel for 10pm, where once again we rested our aching feet and slept soundly from all the day’s walking. Little did we anticipate how much more our feet would hurt the next day…
After a 5 year absence from the big screen (Shrek voiceover work nonwithstanding), 
