Under Paris...

It has been a busy past couple of weeks, I must say. No excuse for not posting, but true nonetheless. This week I was in Denver and Ft. Collins, Colorado...with no camera in hand...it was odd. One highlight--more food--was an amazing sandwich I had at the Pickle Barrel, adjacent to the Colorado State campus in Ft. Collins. This sandwich shop came highly recommended, and it did not disappoint. My coworkers and I had already had a long morning with our clients, and we were sorely in need of a warm, hearty lunch. All three of us ordered the "Toonces", which was a grilled turkey sandwich with avacado and Havarti dill cheese. (And all you can eat pickles, of course!) Six thumbs up from our three-some.

Anyhow...Paris. So, today's set of pics comes from the day Jeff and I spent beneath the streets--in the sewers and the famous catacombs.

First the sewers. As I mentioned in my blog previously, neither Jeff nor I were thrilled with the sewers. As you can see from these photos, it was just a wet, drippy place with rushing streams of who-knows-what. There was no true sense of the 100+ year history of Paris' revolutionary sewer system.



But the catacombs, by contrast, were just old and cool. You could truly get the sense that you might easily get lost in the miles of limestone tunnels piled high with the bones of six million Parisians.