Warning: This post stinks.
At Madeline begins the descent to the #14 quay, a gradual immersion into this sulfurous atmosphere worthy of Dante’s Inferno. The stench persists, as always, once on the train. The plantings outside the train window at Gare de Lyon mock me with inaccessible freshness.
For a riveting report (in French) on the smell of the Paris métro, featuring quotes from nez Céline Ellena (who always finds just the right words) check out “Mais pourquoi ça pue autant dans le métro parisien?”
Video clip my own.
[EDIT: TEchnical difficulties with the clip. My apologies.]