Paris Metros Crack Me Up!
My daughter Sarah Reese is studying in Paris, and has to take metros to get around. After several months she has noticed that every metro line has a different personality even! There are some metro lines she actively avoids even! She has the following to say:
"Truly loving Paris, I feel so alive here and it’s hard to imagine myself ever going back to Christchurch haha, love this fast pace, although am perpetually tired.
The metros crack me up. Going home is so horrendous and filthy its disgusting. Thank god for my ipod cos its FANTASTIC to crank it up and block out the shittiness. So it’s just me, Jim Sturgess and Miley Cyrus. Although mainly just Jim!
Just had two weeks off (from school) in Paree was a really treasured thing. I mean, I study out in Noisy le Grand: the land of muggings at gunpoint (I kid you not, two in one week), questionable kebab shops, and well, subzero temperatures. So having two weeks in Paris was splendid. I really started noticing things about the world – let’s take metro stations for example. Seriously, metro stations are the 21stcentury version of knighthoods. Whatever have Marie Curie, Alexandre Dumas and Victor Hugo done to get a metro station? Quite frankly, I think a Sarah Reese station is much in order.
Hey, so I’ll meet you tonight at the Abracadabar.
Ok, cool, how do I get there?
Its easy, you take Line Twelve in direction of Mairie D’Issy, change at Sarah Reese, and then get on to Line Two. I’ll meet you outside the second exit at 20h00, okay?
Okay, cool.
Bye.