Monday, January 17, 2011

Paris and the Catacombs



Right now I am reading a book called "Revolution" by Jennifer Donnelly. It's about this girl who's brother died. She blames herself for his death, when it isn't even her fault. She's an alcoholic, she does drugs and she's suicidal. Well her father left her mom, who's insane. Her mom doesn't talk, or atleast does all she can to say the least words possible. All her mom does all day is paint potraites of Truman, her brother. When her father comes home to check on her and her mom, he sees the condition the two of them are in and takes the girl with him to Paris, leaving her mother at a mental facility for a few months. The girl is an incredible musician, but her father doesn't take her ambitions seriously. While she's in Paris, she has to write her Senior Thesis in order to graduate. Well, while she's in Paris, she finds this 200 year old guitar in it's original case. Later, she finds out that the case has a false bottom and within it is a diary of a girl who experienced the fall of Paris. It's an incredible book! I can't wait to finnish it! Well, while the girl is in Paris, she goes undergroud to visit the catacombes. So I thought to maybe show you a pic of how the catacombs look. To my surprise, I learned that there are over 6 million bodies representing 30 generations of Parisians! See, over 200 years ago, in Paris, so many people were dieing of the plague, and of being neglected by their king. There were so many dead bodies that there wasn't enough space for them in graveyards, and the decomposing bodies were making the survivors ill. So, the king sent his people to collect the bodies as well as dig up bodies from all the cemetaries, and put them in the catacombs. Today, the catacombs are part of a modern day tourist trap. If you have any interest in any of this, feel free to write comments. I love love love comments, but I hardly ever get any, just hypes (not that I don't appreciate those!). Anyways, thanks for reading! I'll be writing again tomorrow.



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