Parisian Subway
Lights flickering and flashing. Blinding for some folks.
Metal wheels churning and screeching on the tracks.
Steel-mechanised doors and subway carts rattle and slam against one another.
People of various shapes, sizes and styles cling onto the metal bars for dear life,
Feet plant firmly on the ground as they fight inertia to keep their balance.
Eyes dart back and forth, up, down and sideways so as not to blatantly stare.
Sadly, some folks try to blend in as one of the parisians... unsuccessfully,
their garments silently advertising "TOURISTS!!!", while the true parisians are non-chalant:
earphones plunged deeply into their ear canals, not giving a hoot of those around them.
Amongst this all, an accordian musical wrings out into the crammed unsavoury atmosphere.
Once, twice, thrice - an incoherent mumbling tries to pass of as singing.
French buskers, perhaps?
Tin cans occasionally jiggle for some extra change.
Eyes then just avert to other directions - clearly no one gives a toot.
J'adore. Absolutement, j'adore. Cette une ville incroyable. Despite some of the ugliness, it's still beautiful and I would very much like to drown myself in its entirety.
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