just like myself, the metro system in paris is full of hot air. so that those trains can keep zipping around with their 3.9 million passengers per day and not create vacuums that suck people onto the rails or down flights of stairs, there are blowholes throughout the city to let some of that air out. the metro needs to breath like a big whale. some blowholes are little and are pleasant to stand on when it's cold or when you feel like impersonating marilyn monroe. others are massive and can lead to live art when combined with toilet paper, as i found the other day walking home past le moulin rouge:
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How very American Beauty; the ordinary looking extraordinary.
Amy
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