« The Unexpected #3: The Romantic Cliches | Main | Où est la Salle de Bains »



Sad but true, alas: the fitter you are, the easier and more enjoyable that sort of holiday becomes. Not that I can persuade my husband of that, so he's always shuffling along behind while I march on ahead and periodically stop and fidget while he catches up. What larks.

But don't be too hard on yourself: not being properly fit isn't all down to you, is it?


Oh, you poor chicken. Did you like the catacombs, though? Can you pull out the catacombs as experience from your personal physical experience of the catacombs? I thought they were way cool.


I thank you profusely for these photos, so that I now never have to try that.

Gary's photo of St. Capelle's stained glass is so lovely that I made it my desktop wallpaper.

I may have to abandon my plan of retiring in NJ and just go end my days in Paris.


I was just thinking this morning that I take the short hall to my bathroom pinball fashion and how odd that I don't at work. But.... We have carpet tiles at work and I do follow the lines. I never realized this until your post so now I'm terrified to visit the catacombs without someone to lead me down the path.

Oh, and my trainer makes us do stairs during workouts. Three flights singly, two flights every other stair and one flight every third step. It's torture but it does make every day stairclimbing a breeze.


I know. But I still want to travel.


Big Dot - You know, my attitude has been "The Ship of Good Health has sailed," but perhaps I need to set a lower standard than have none at all.
Magpie - Oh, yes, Gary and I were pondering our favorite part of Paris and we simultaneously said "The catacombs." Of course, we had just some from there.
Tami - Gary picked the gold statues climbing through the water for his screen saver.
Amy_in_StL - Oh, and the path is not level at all. Don't fear the catacombs, though.
Becs - Me too. I just want a guide and a driver.


You might not have to chalk this up to being unfit. I hear it's a pretty common experience in the catacombs.

A few years ago, a fellow archaeology student and good friend came back from her honeymoon in France, bursting to tell me about the catacombs.

Now, this was a very fit woman in her twenties, who was, further, indescribably eager to see OH MY GOD all the bones.

(Archaeology in the States conforms to some fairly strict restrictions spurred in large part by generations of disrespect for Native American graves and remains, which means that no undergrad in my classes had ever handled a human bone.)

She described the experience in much the same terms you did: she thought she would breeze through it, but in fact, this very vigorous young woman found the climb daunting and the eerie underworld walk quite unsettling and, above all, dizzying.

Even a week later, as she talked about it, I could see a little anxiety creeping into her face. She was also glowing with excitement, so it's obviously worth the experience!

I've wondered ever since whether I could do that walk. Thanks for sharing the story and such marvelous photos!


Well, next time I'm in Paris I will go to the Catacombs, even though I tend to avoid things that might give me the creeps.
The thing about Paris, and Europe in general, is that stairs are unavoidable. I toured once with a woman who neglected to tell me that she had blown her knee out in an auto accident. You can imagine how much fun we had.
On our recent cruise, Terry made me use the steps instead of the elevator, and we avoided gaining the usual poundage that most passengers do on these excursions. Or at least I did. He is looking rather rotund around the midsection, actually.


Elsa - It is beyond creepy, even for one who loves the human remains. You should still make it a point to go!
Hattie - I haven't used the cruise steps, but I did lose a pound in Paris. Gary lost even more, He may end up thinner than I.

The comments to this entry are closed.