Salvage from the Wreckage

By NickMogToo

New town, same old rules

C missed out on her new routine of a swim and we both went running.
In the afternoon we ticked off something that we have been meaning to do for ages. The Catacombs. Paid the extra for a pre-booked ticket to avoid the long queue. Bizarre place. You can sort of understand the idea of storing the bones but “hey, mes amis, let’s stack them up in patterns like a child sticking macaroni onto cardboard.
When I catch up with myself on my main journal (currently 4 weeks behind!) you might even see a Skellington.

In the evening we had food and beer onboard Antipode - a barge on the basin. The buns for the cod burger were black. Suitably gothic.

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