Rave in the Paris catacombs
Sad boy turned happy with a cool ass rave.
I was pretty fresh off of a big breakup and depression phase. So Antoine lured me to Paris for the promise of a rave in the Paris catacombs. What a cool ass night.
We jumped onto some old train tracks, through a tunnel and randomly at some point there was a tiny, unsuspecting hole. Crawling through this tight gap one by one, we entered the catacombs. Then needing a guide to get us through this maze, we wandered for an hour through all sorts of rooms and passages. Dangerous gaps and lots of water. Eventually we ended up in the room and setup the rave.
No phone signal, nothing down here, it was easy to lose track of time. It was a cool ass experience, although there really isn’t much more to add. Here’s a couple more photos.
