Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Métro

The Paris Métro stinks.


Of dog piss and mold, and other olfactory offenses.


Yet, it is so utterly picturesque and - aside from walking - still the cheapest way to navigate the city.


Mon station : Opéra.

A view from street level.

Juxtaposition I

There's Waldo.

Still Life I

Desolation


Isolation


Emptiness


Missing


Entree


Les Golden Girls.

7 comments:

  1. consider yourself lucky that you get to smell the abusive aroma of the french shit n' piss. I wish I could. Hahaha!

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  2. @ SilverwingX: I suppose it's too much to ask that the subways smell of Chanel No. 5 instead of L'eau des Chiens.

    @ Sean : I swear, I spotted Waldo every day. But thankfully, the city was bereft of mimes.Coincidence? Or conspiracy?

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  3. weird, ruddie, isn't it? paris is seemingly romantic, but if you get to the nitty-gritty details, it's dirty and peppered with dog shit.

    no, i am not talking metaphorically :P

    but i do miss the métro :(

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  4. nice ruddie.

    don't forget my eiffel tower keychain!!! :)

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  5. @ gillboard : Your Eiffel Tower keychain - which I bought like a normal person from a souvenir shop instead of off the street from some Nigerian hawker - is eager to meet you.

    When? Well, that is the question.

    @ SilverwingX: Je suis d'accord.

    @ Ternie : Yeah, the smells actually humanize the city for me. It's like knowing for sure that supermodels fart, and that they don't fart rainbows and glitter and L'air du Temps.

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