métro static
“…tiens, on est déjà à François Mitterand… ah non, c’est Musée d’Orsay…”
“…Musée d’Orsay, c’est pas là qu’on y est déjà allé une fois?”
“…oui, oui, là où y a des statues en cire.”
“…mais non, ça, c’est Musée Grévin…”
Later, on that very same trip, I tried to help an old lady who had to change lines twice. But she was so confused in her head that she did not recognise me when I told her this was her first switch. She looked through me as if she had never seen me. And presumably she had not. I hope the poor soul eventually made it to her final destination…
June 22, 2013 at 6:54 pm
“I hope the poor soul eventually made it to her final destination…”
Given her age, probably sooner than later.