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Valaire 1.2 – Wined and Dined

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I’d been watching the entrance past her shoulder for at least thirty minutes when I decided to see the inside. We’d been nudged and hinted toward for a while as the waiter tried to clear his tables and close his station, but the tables inside were still open and the maître d’ refused to let … Read more

Valaire 2.1 – Let Me Zee Your Papers

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Orly is a wonderful airport. Modern and efficient, it is quite easy to reach by train. The train rides underground through central Paris but soon rises into neighborhoods which struck my american eye as clean and quaint. After a few brick- and-arch styled stations one meets a more modern apartment and warehouse district that could … Read more

Valaire 2.2 – A New Career

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A New Career

20,000 men and women everyday… B. Darhma

The sight was like something out of a cheap horror comic, but it was very, very real. Hundreds and hundreds of names scrawled on thousands of crypts. The tunnels wander endlessly beneath the streets and homes of Paris. Skulls lie about absent-mindedly, so that after a few hundred yards seeing a femur or the occasional pile of common vertebrae seems rather unremarkable. The ceiling is low so that walking crouched is often preferable to risking brushing its damp furry surface. The flickering yellow/gold light from our torches cast swirling strobing shadows on the walls and floor, and the crypts performed an eerie chaotic dance.

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