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Monday 10 March, our first Metro trip. Two transfers on the train. From Rambuteau to Chatelet and then to St. Lazare and on to our final stop Basilique de Saint-Denis.
The Metro is a labyrinth. Up stairs, round corners, downstairs then up again. Chatelet is the worst β the major commuter hub in Paris and the largest underground station in the world. It also has an enormous moving pathway. Buskers abound. One on this day with a small dog on his shoulder yapping as he played the guitar. The stations and tunnels range from being old and grotty to sleek and modern.
On the Saint-Lazare line which we were on this day all the platforms have glass barriers that open concurrently with the carriage doors that are exactly aligned. I discovered later that the trains on this line have no driver β everything is automated. Anyway we made it to Saint-Denis. Had to ask for directions to the the Cathedral but were able to so in French which was good. Imposing building. Started a craze that lasted for the next years leading to Notre Dame, Chartres and even St Pats in Melbourne β one of the last.
Joe is the source of all this information. We were there because it contains the tombs of most of the Kings and Queens of France. A bit tricky after the Revolution during which Royal tombs all over the place were being attacked and the remains flung about.
There is one cave downstairs that has the remains of various Royal personages in boxes. And the tombs here do them proud. Much grander than the Hapsburg crypts in Vienna. All for a purpose β to put on a show. All the funerary sculptures are incredibly delicate. Kings and Queens recumbent, kneeling and surrounded by ornate structures.