I mean it was bound to happen.
Day three of my journey in Paris I found that I was not ok. I was nauseous and weak. I can’t say what my problem was but I was not ok. I couldn’t do much for about half the day but left in the afternoon to get back to sight seeing.
I made a stop at the largest cemetery of Paris, Pere Lachaise. In Paris they just bury on top of you.
After walking through the graves I wanted to double up on crypts so I took the long journey back to the catacombs, earlier this time, to find them overbooked again. Now, I want to mention the catacombs are far from other sights in the 14th. So, I’m at dusk away from museums which are closing now, in the 14th… all that’s left to do is watch Spiderman: Far From Home, fitting, see!
The movie was good and even better it made me feel a little less homesick being in English and an American production. I wasn’t tired so I toured the Montparnasse area, which I hadn’t been to yet.
After walking for some time I took the bus back to my stay.
Going East 