As the days grow shorter and crisper, and the time to honour our dead fast approaches, I am reminded of my tour of les Catacombes de Paris last fall. This highly unusual Parisian site had been on my list of spots to visit for a while. However, I must admit that I viewed it with a high degree of hesitation. I wasn’t sure that I was up to descending into the bowels of the city that I love so much and walking among the bones of its long dead. You see, I’ve never been one for horror movies. My tolerance for frights is pretty low. Even when watching a streamed…