The Paris metro is well known for being totally insane. It's loud and industrial, smelly and it doesn't make sense at all. Back in October, you might remember that I had my phone stolen at Palais Royal metro station.
However, it has come to grow on me slowly, and now, less than two weeks until I leave, it is one strange part of Paris that I'm gonna miss.
From the inconveniently laid out stations (here's looking at you Chatalet) and the stops every 5 seconds, in a weird way, I have grown to learn that each individual line has its own personality and purpose in Paris.
So here is my Ode to the Metro:
Line 1 - Yellow - an old faithful friend, reliable and responsible, the group mother
Line 2 - Blue - the forgotten saviour of the North, knows that winter is always coming
Line 3 - Kharki - inconvenient and not going anywhere you want it to, that friend who always gets lost
Line 4 - Dark Purple - knows where it's going before you do, stops for no one, takes no prisoners
Line 5 - Orange - hangs out by the canal and has a love for 'art', speaks 'latin'
Line 6 - Mint Green - head in the clouds, looks pretty but nothing there
Line 7 - Pink - needs a shower and stops. every. five. seconds, always turns up late to the party
Line 8 - Light Purple - been up since 2am and won't stop telling you about that one time in Peru...
Line 9 - Lime Green - does yoga overlooking the Eiffel Tower and can't stop telling everyone about it
Line 10 - Burnt Yellow - a bit slow on the uptake, likes to blend in, gets there in the end
Line 11 - Brown - down to earth, getting from a to b, no questions asked, a bit rough around the edges
Line 12 - Dark Green - quiet and unassuming but comes out of its shell when drunk, knows how to get to Sacre Coeur
Line 13 - Sky Blue - always rammed and too hot, can't quite make up its mind where it's going
Line 14 - Bright Purple - definitely on something, so fucking fast, shiny and new, can't stop talking about how blue the sky is
Have a good week my loves!
Lots of Love, Kate xxx