Decided to take a walk and have breakfast on Sunday,
But I couldn't find a restaurant open today.
Walked down to the Montparrasse Tower area
Found a bistro, ordered eggs & coffee for 10 euros.
Decided to wander and found an art fair,
Bought a few small painting with a woman with dark hair.
She had a sense of humor and a sweet smile,
I decided to support her talent of all the styles.
Another woman had ink prints of the City
I found them interesting and quite pretty.
Those two women were interacting, happy and interacting with the crowd,
While other artists sat smugly as if talking were not allowed.
A few blocks down I came upon Mairie de Paris cemetery,
The guard handed me a map and as I read the names, I was surprised,
On another treasure hunt for graves, I surmised.
Jean-Paul Sartre and Simone Beauvoir are buried together,
Samuel Beckett, artist Man Ray, actress Jean Seberg.
American writer Susan Sontag,
playwright Ionesco,
Even a cat named Ricardo.
It is quiet amongst the busy traffic sounds
I am discovering things about myself by the bounds.
Maybe it is age, maybe experience or time,
I am enjoying the simpler things that don't cost a dime!
I would say, Paris is for the young at heart
Who like the high energy, from which I now can part.
Somehow I have crossed over, where did the time go?
I can now get senior citizen entry to cinema shows!
I see a line of people up ahead,
Ask what is going on, "Oh, this is the Catacombs of the Dead!"
The Catacombs were created in 1777,
When Paris was expanding, "Let's move the human remains."
But what to do with six million bones?
Move them to the quarries, that will be their home.
I wait inline and down and down I descend
To the limestone quarry mines and the dead.
A project of stacking them in an orderly fashion began,
Skulls and long bones up front stand.
The other bones thrown behind in the back
To create a foundation for the rack.
A corridor of 780 meters run underground
Oblivious to the present day community of the town.
I thought it was quite bizarre and glad I didn't have that job.
Of stacking skulls and bones with mud dob.
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