It was an unexpected tone for the cold stone and moody ambiance of the catacombs—an odd juxtaposition that I’m not sure really worked.
It was as though they had released us from an enchantment and we all woke up giggling and surprisingly well rested.
We convoke for Dido and Aeneas in an arched tunnel a city block long, lit by candles in the many recesses.
Tell us: Filth or dementia?
Hasten thee to feed another quarter of conversation for The Talk of the Town!
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