I freaking love public transportation while traveling.
Stepping out of the metro station at Marcadet-Poissoners in Paris was like exiting into a portal to another world, being bombarded with sights, sounds, and smells that you wouldn’t get otherwise while sitting in a car. Melting into the thriving hustle and bustle of Parisians going about their lives, I would wonder who they were and where they were going, and what was being written on this particular page of their life story on the day I invisibly walked past them. Now that I am reaching the end of the track that is my university education, I’m stepping yet again into a new world with a new story to write.
I hope you’ll join me for a little while along the way.
