This was my fifth time in Paris which is exciting because I've 'done' the major attractions and it left me with time to just be Parisian. We spent days biking along the Seine (at times a rather dodgy expedition), strolling the shops and eating, eating, eating.
|Intermittent bike paths and locks of love|
|Aux Merveilleux de Fred|
The only attraction, other than Musee de l'Orangerie, we invested in (because pastry shops aren't the only places for line-ups) was The Paris Catacombs. Originally a limestone quarry, the catacombs was turned into an ossuary during the late eighteenth century to accommodate the remains of all those buried in surrounding, overcrowded cemeteries.
|'Arrête, c'est ici l'empire de la mort'|
This unpretentious historical site is located 130 steps under Paris and above someone's laundry mat.