The Supernatural Industry

Saul and I were walking through the Cimitière Montparnasse the other day (resting place of Sarte and Durkheim among others) when a colorful looking dude stepped into our path: "I couldn't help but notice that you're speaking English." We couldn't help but concur. He asked us if we knew where the entrance to the infamous Parisian catacombs was. We didn't BUT we had been discussing the very same catacombs the night before...creepy... As I pulled out my map to see if I could be of some help the dude started chatting us up. Turn out he's from Salem, Mass. "Ah cool," I said, "I heard that's a great place to be on Halloween."
"Yeah," he replied, "actually, I work in the supernatural industry." I noticed he was wearing a button-down shirt covered in skulls...creepy...
"So that's why you came to Paris then? To see all the cemeteries and the catacombs?" Saul asks.
"Nah," said the dude, "I just needed to get away from some stuff going on back home so I hopped on a plane to Paris. Never take Iceland Air by the way." Alrighty then, duly noted. "Hey, being as you guys seem to know the area pretty well, do you have any recommendation for other things I should check out while I'm here?" We started rattling off some classic tourist destinations as he copied them into a small notebook.
"What was that last one you said?" he asked.
"Le Marais," I repeated, "M-A-R-A-I-S."
"And what was the first word?"
"The first word? Oh, um, 'le,' L-E."
"Cool thanks, thanks a lot. Have a great day guys"
"Yeah you too, good luck with everything."
Saul and I went one way and he went the other, searching for the catacombs, and whatever else he was hoping Paris could offer him.

P.S.- Sartre's tomb was pretty plain, especially in contrast to that skull-checked shirt.