Yesterday was a travel day. Hotel to rental car drop at (the first) Tours train station … to (the other) train station … to Paris … to Hotel. When we arrived in Paris, it was immediately obvious that driving here is another level from driving in the rest of France. The hotel in Paris is a disappointment. The room I envisioned when reading the description is significantly different than the room we have. But things are reasonably clean. The room will suffice.

After we got moved into our hotel, we had a couple of hours before dinner. The Catacombs was right down the street, so we visited that. It is the definition of macabre.