May 10, 2008
It isn't even summer yet and I'm already offended by the surrounding stink in the Parisian metro. It's the smell of old sweat, warm sweat that got cooled down and warmed up again. The kind that has been dragged around for several days, the one that lingers in its path and sticks to the walls, the musty warm humid dark odor that bites you in the nose. Those smells are pretty offensive.