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.
lol @ waldo
ReplyDeleteconsider yourself lucky that you get to smell the abusive aroma of the french shit n' piss. I wish I could. Hahaha!
ReplyDelete@ SilverwingX: I suppose it's too much to ask that the subways smell of Chanel No. 5 instead of L'eau des Chiens.
ReplyDelete@ Sean : I swear, I spotted Waldo every day. But thankfully, the city was bereft of mimes.Coincidence? Or conspiracy?
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.
ReplyDeleteno, i am not talking metaphorically :P
but i do miss the métro :(
check!
ReplyDeletenice ruddie.
ReplyDeletedon't forget my eiffel tower keychain!!! :)
@ 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.
ReplyDeleteWhen? 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.