Abstract
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 language | English |
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| Type | Newspaper article |
| Media of output | Newspaper |
| Place of Publication | Dublin |
| Publication status | Published - 11 Dec 2017 |
Keywords
- Paris
- One Star Awake