Winner Daphne Strasert!
INTO THE GRAVE
Innocuous travel advice led me there. My friend had already recommended a dozen museums and monuments to see while in Paris—this was just another item to add to the itinerary. I had no idea that it would lead me into a place where the darkness moved on its own and the walls whispered behind my back.
My visit started the same way that most vacation activities do: with a long line, a mingling of chatter and cigarette smoke in the air, and nearby shops that hawked gaudy souvenirs. Here, however, the cards and magnets boasted skulls and skeletons rather than the Paris skyline. The guarded entrance—a somber black shack on the edge of a park—bore no advertisement for the macabre attraction, just a plain placard.
l’Ossuaire Municipal—The Catacombs of Paris.
All of Paris stood on hollow ground, the skeleton of a network of…
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