There are very few wardrobes to be found in the Paris Métro. This did not stop the wardrobe door from appearing in front of Elaine as she descended the stairs into the station, arms laden with bags from a day spent shopping in the boutiques of the Palais des… Read more »
There is another city under Paris. No, I’m not speaking of the Metro, with its trains, slow and fast, ferrying thousands of people across the city to work or play. (The residents of this city rarely take the Metro.) Nor am I speaking of the famous city of the… Read more »
