I love this, I also feel a lot of nostalgia as the 'old lines/trains' get replaced, and my idea of what Paris has been to me - or perhaps a period of who I was - changes or becomes less tangible along with it.
I don't know if any train has gotten such a beautiful send off. I loved reading the text, but hearing your voice and the soundscape is amazing. Pure poetry!
My goodness this is touching, poignant writing. Spellbinding. I feel like I know Paris better through your eyes. I have no experience of Line 11 but I feel mournful for it ... or perhaps for all the other 'Line 11s', nudged aside by modernisation and 'progress'. Exquisite writing.
Brilliant work. I listened to the audio, and enjoyed the overlay and partition of the train sounds against your "actual" voice. The sadness of the writing voice and the wistfulness of the real voice worked in lovely lockstep.
I've been to Paris once. For two days in college. I "figured out" the metro on my own because I couldn't reach my friend, who was studying there, by phone that day. There were many barriers in my path. Language being one of them.
I don't know which lines I rode. But now I wonder if I happened to spend any part of my travels that weekend on Line 11. I hope so.
I can't wait to hear what you do with our interview. And thanks again for the opportunity to be a part of your podcast experiment. 💜
I never realized we were once such close neighbours. I've learned to love Belleville the way Fellini loved Roma and I've never found the right way/words to express that sort of affection for a place that slowly grows as much within as outside of you. I enjoyed reading about your experience of the neighborhood. Well written!
Even though it's not your own, just that photo evokes so much when presented with your lovely piece celebrating the beauty of the Metro—always a big part of the many times I've visited Paris. Thanks for this, it was a sweet pleasure.
And a little prayer for Ligne 3 which will soon be on the modernisation chopping block 😔
I love this, I also feel a lot of nostalgia as the 'old lines/trains' get replaced, and my idea of what Paris has been to me - or perhaps a period of who I was - changes or becomes less tangible along with it.
I don't know if any train has gotten such a beautiful send off. I loved reading the text, but hearing your voice and the soundscape is amazing. Pure poetry!
I was that bug-eyed raver... Liking your fragmented structure, you're becoming a poet over time innit
My goodness this is touching, poignant writing. Spellbinding. I feel like I know Paris better through your eyes. I have no experience of Line 11 but I feel mournful for it ... or perhaps for all the other 'Line 11s', nudged aside by modernisation and 'progress'. Exquisite writing.
Brilliant work. I listened to the audio, and enjoyed the overlay and partition of the train sounds against your "actual" voice. The sadness of the writing voice and the wistfulness of the real voice worked in lovely lockstep.
Oh no, so happy that my kids could ride the old line 11 this summer before it‘s gone. Thank you for the metro sounds! Nice idea.
A gift to listen to as I ride along sleek line 14. No comparison. Thanks!
Well, you did it.
You made me weep over a departed train.
I've been to Paris once. For two days in college. I "figured out" the metro on my own because I couldn't reach my friend, who was studying there, by phone that day. There were many barriers in my path. Language being one of them.
I don't know which lines I rode. But now I wonder if I happened to spend any part of my travels that weekend on Line 11. I hope so.
I can't wait to hear what you do with our interview. And thanks again for the opportunity to be a part of your podcast experiment. 💜
I never realized we were once such close neighbours. I've learned to love Belleville the way Fellini loved Roma and I've never found the right way/words to express that sort of affection for a place that slowly grows as much within as outside of you. I enjoyed reading about your experience of the neighborhood. Well written!
Sweet sorrow, moments and memories, the yearning for what once was. I hear and feel it all.
well this was absolutely beautiful and it felt like a much-needed send off for something so dear to you.. well done, sir!
Heartrending. . . Paris is the sound of trains arriving, no more?
Even though it's not your own, just that photo evokes so much when presented with your lovely piece celebrating the beauty of the Metro—always a big part of the many times I've visited Paris. Thanks for this, it was a sweet pleasure.