Exiting the Metrpolitain

May 6, 2009

There’s a lot of things that can be said about living in Paris, and there are quite a few people that have illustrated the glamor of this city over the years. There’s also no doubt that the metro is vital aspect in the Parisian culture. Entering the underground is accessing a world of its own, with its history and charm. That one thing I noticed recently, however, is that the best part of the metro is not going in, it’s actually exiting the Metropolitain.

It’s something that’s very difficult to describe. And no matter how good someone is at any given language, I would like to think that coming out of the metro in Paris is something that can only be lived and experienced. It’s this amazing rush that seems to comes out of nowhere and hits you: you’re in Paris, and this is beautiful. You’re probably still daydreaming about whatever it is you starting thinking about when you entered (and in many cases, triggered by something you’ve seen during your travel), but the moment your back at the street, it all just disappears to make way for a much bigger sensation.

The architecture of the buildings, the lights of the shops, the cafes with terraces, the people walking by….it is all condensed in an instant, and it’s over-whelming. It’s what makes this city enchanting, charming, and attractive in every way. It’s something that only the people here could understand, and the people on the outside are missing out on. It’s magical and could make your day.

Perhaps it’s one of those things that you get used to, or lose interest in over time, but I feel warm knowing that everyone who’s passed through the second city of love, has shared this experience with me.

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2 Responses to “Exiting the Metrpolitain”

  1. Nile Delta says:

    what’s the first city of love?

  2. tarekshalaby says:

    I think it goes without saying that Cairo is the first city of love.

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