If one speaks of Paris, the mind first thinks of the well known sites and sounds of the iconic French city. But below the city of light is the darker, less romanticized resting place of former Parisians bones – 6-7 million of them in 200 miles of catacombs.
A poem for Paris.
Feel free to treat this post as a statement of solidarity, a vigil, or whatever else you feel you need right now.
Burt Likko fills in for Will Truman for this week’s aggregation of dozens of links to themed web randomness!