The jerky, smelly, creepy (but very convenient and affordable) Parisian metro

The Parisian metro. Ah, yes. We all know about this strange form of public transportation where the mythical and non-mythical lurk. The many characters hanging about are creepy enough to write a book about. Not to mention the homeless people camping out at different stations, often belligerently drunk flinging insults (sometimes wine bottles!) at passersby. Oui, ça va très bien merci but I don’t appreciate being called a pute, kind sir.

A lot of us also share one particular metro experience, usually our first when taking this lovely form of transport: metro body surfing. The metro takes off and NOPE, you were not ready for that nor were you holding onto anything. BAMMMM. Oh and we can’t forget the state of the metro during the summer. B.O. galore!! There are so many smells that I had no idea existed that I wish I hadn’t experienced!! I’ve never wanted to start a deodorant-giving charity more. And we cannot talk about the metro without mentioning of course, rush hour. Ohhhh the bliss of getting felt up by strangers during your morning commute... If you’re lucky enough to push through the hordes and actually get on the metro, of course. It’s clearly the best way to start off your day.

But, whether we hate it or love it, one thing is profoundly true: taking the metro is an adventure - and we wouldn’t be Parisians if we didn’t complain about it.

Do you have any funny stories that happened to you while metro-ing in Paris? Share in the comments!!

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