A hidden door, the oozing wall

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On my first trip to Paris, in 1990, I got lost in Châtelet métro. Forgive me if I remember spears raining from the ceiling. But I can vouch for the tunnels, one begetting another, all with added abattoir-reek. At one point, in the hope of escaping through a hidden door, I placed my palm on the wall only to find it oozing. One of us – me – was crying when we found our platform and boarded the train bound for Opéra, exiting the station to an almighty crack of lightning.
Original languageEnglish
TypeNewspaper article
Media of outputNewspaper
Place of PublicationDublin
Publication statusPublished - 11 Dec 2017


  • Paris
  • One Star Awake


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