a tragedy

I jumped on the Metro in search of those Metro stations decorated with the designs of Hector Guimard. I had not gone one stop, when the metro stopped functioning. The announcements were unintelligable but when everyone else was getting off, I followed suit. A few people were looking down at the tracks between the cars and I looked too. Someone had jumped in front of the train.

Paris, like Prague is swarming with people. But here they are Parisiens, not tourists. People beg on the streets and on the trains and more than not they are truly in need. Not at all like the young drug addicts that hang around on the streets in Vancouver. This city is constantly on the move. It's alot like New York but somehow different. Shorter maybe.

I came home early and bought a Boursin cheese, a baguette, some pasta and some orange juice. I feel like going to bed early tonight.