Paris Metro Journey
It’s a bit remorseful to include this on the list of grievances, considering that the Paris metro is undeniably efficient. Unlike other services in Paris, it rarely succumbs to strikes or prolonged breakdowns. However, despite its efficiency, numerous aspects never fail to annoy her. Where does one even begin? Standing tightly packed with your face nestled in the sweaty armpit of a fellow traveler who, judging by the olfactory evidence, hasn’t indulged in a shower for days. Listening to someone else’s death metal playlist blaring because they can’t be bothered to use their headphones. Enduring yet another shrill and grating rendition of Edith Piaf’s “La Vie en Rose” on the accordion as you whisk across the city.
Make contact with the sweat-drenched pole, which likely hosts the next generation of super bacteria, in an attempt to steady yourself. And the constant risk of being bumped into stepped on, or scolded for improper standing (or sitting) etiquette. The litany of grievances could continue indefinitely, but she’ll spare you the details. Consider yourself duly warned. Just try not to let the experience turn your countenance into what she and her friends have humorously termed the unattractive “tete de metro” (metro face)—that unmistakable and deeply grouchy scowl often donned by Parisians during their train rides.
