Sweets and McDonald’s Paris Followed by Bizarre at the Catacombs
I don’t suppose it’s entirely wrong to swing by McDonald’s Paris for some coffee and macarons before heading into the catacombs on a hot summer day. Otherwise, why would the two have been placed so close together? Should eating and death make me a bit uncomfortable when combined?
Practicality and Commerce on Many Levels in Paris
As with so many other things French, Parisians seem calm about that phase of life we refer to as “passing away.” People might “move on,” but their bodies remain, and Paris in 1785 was too crowded to support graveyards. Practicality—and commerce—ruled. Into tunnels used for quarrying the populations of cemeteries went. This was long before McDonald’s starting hawking coffee, macarons, and burgers in one place.
A Descent from Sweet to Macabre in Paris
Properly caffeinated and sugared, I descended, with the Youthful Adventurer and the Senior Adventurer, into the catacombs. The burial people got a bit creative with the bones they’d unearthed.
I emerged into the sunshine, having enjoyed the bone art of generations past and appreciating the willingness of Parisian leaders to make their city more sustainable by making a practical choice about a very emotional issue.
—Lori Tripoli
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