March 16, 2007

one neat thing about living in paris is that the morning commute is holy. people are sleeping on their feet, reading the newspaper, having a coffee on the platform at the station. with the exception of the conductor announcing the stations (and not always, even), nobody disturbs the eerie silence in the underground sea…not even the metro buskers; they’re probably waiting for the tourists to finish their café et croissant before they get to work.

of course, as soon as one gets out of the metro, paris becomes paris again. loud, dirty, and impatient, delusions of grandeur and fabulous disregard/disdain for everything.

that being said, as far as big cities being fast-paced, paris is pretty laid-back. i mean, how else could it be when your citizens have nearly two months of holidays every year?


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