Yesterday morning. The day wasn't too bad. I decided to walk in the direction of Montparnasse to visit the Catacombs. It was the first time I'd walked in the other direction along Rue St. Jacques. It seemed a fitting thing to do. I walked past many lovely things to arrive at Place d'Italie. The entrance to the catacombs was across the street from one of the lovely old Art Nouveau metro entrances.
But when I saw that line which wrapped around the corner and down the street, I asked an American if it was to get in. "Yes. A 2 hour wait, all day every day." I didn't have the time for it.
I was meeting my friend Ray outside the Musee d'Orsay.
More later. I just arrived to my hotel in St. Malo and want to get outside.