The Métro in the glow of Bastille, where bicycles lean in clusters and Café Milou spills warm light into the autumn air.
Monday begins underground. in the hum of the métro. The city stretches, sighs and slides into motion, one train at a time.
There’s something almost poetic in this daily choreography, commuters lost in thought, soft echoes on tiled walls, a poster from another season, a glimpse of someone reading under fluorescent light. It’s Paris in transit, between sleep and purpose.
Here, even the ordinary feels cinematic. The métro isn’t just a way through the city, it’s a window into daily life.
“Every journey begins somewhere, in Paris, it often begins underground.”
Part of the “Métro Mondays” Series
Each Monday, we travel beneath Paris — tracing its stories, moods, and motion through the tunnels that carry the week into being.
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