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"Need I Say More?"
The morning chug into the city is as much part of the average Parisian's daily bread as it is for workers in any big metropolis.
The drawn faces, the nodding sleepwalkers, the nervous phone tappers, the 'personal' music squeakers, the shameless make-up appliers inviting the whole train into their bathrooms... this is what the French call 'métro-boulot-dodo' (tube-work-sleep). The daily grind. The rat-race. Have a look around - you'll probably find some in a train near you.
