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Halloween in Paris

I’m a little bit terrified at the moment and it’s all the fault of a mini-break in Paris.

Fear and I are regular bedfellows. I have a special ability to become scared almost anywhere. I’ve hidden behind my hands while watching not particularly scary films, I’ve hidden under my duvet during not particularly wild thunderstorms, and as  a child I couldn’t go trick or treating because I was too afraid of the other children’s costumes.

So what does Henry (my boyfriend) decide to surprise me with for Halloween? A trip to Paris with a tour of the world famous catacombs thrown in.

Paris Catacombs

Paris Catacombs

To be fair to him, I have kept my feeble side secret. He just thinks he’s being nice. Which, let’s face it, he is. Very nice indeed in fact as I love Paris. Thank you Henry.

But I now have a dilemma. Do I tell him I’d rather swim with angry piranhas than go down there? Or do I attempt to be brave while walking a mile through old mine shafts under the streets of Paris until I reach a sign that says: “Arrête, c’est ici l’empire de la Mort.” Which cheerily translates to “Stop, this is the empire of death.” I’m trembling a little bit just writing the words.

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“Arrête, c’est ici l’empire de la Mort.” Paris Catacombs

The trouble is we won’t stop. We’ll carry on straight past the empire of death sign and then we’ll be sharing a space with the bones of six million Parisians, exhumed from the city’s medieval churchyards in the late 18th Century. Nothing against dead Parisians, I’d feel the same way about hanging out with dead people from anywhere.

The other trouble is that there are 170 miles of maze-like tunnels underneath Paris. A dark maze full of dead bodies is just about as far from my idea of a fun day out as it’s possible to get. Henry on the other hand couldn’t be more excited. He’s a bit of a history buff and on top of that he’s no doubt plotting endless fun hiding from me, jumping out of dark corners and generally causing mischief that will thoroughly test my bladder control.

He’s a clever boy though; he did go to the right place to find a hotel in Paris for us to stay at.  Although he wants it to be a surprise so won’t tell me which one he’s chosen, could be SLH’s newest hotel to add to the Paris collection, Hotel du Petit Moulin.

Since he’s been so lovely I feel honour bound to join him in the catacombs. Wish me luck and I’ll see you next week when I shall be talking about my favourite meal of the day – breakfast.

Unless I get lost underneath Paris… A bientot, I hope!

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