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Originally posted by trainspotter

most of the yards look underground :king: :king: :king:


yep:p :P .......there very nice and cosy:crazy: :crazy:

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an extract from www.spinemagazine.com/features/visual/paris_graff.html


This was the day we were waiting for. Our meeting place was at the home of Mr R of the MX crew, whom we had met the day before. It was already decided what yards we were going to do and this mission was gonna be the tuff one. Mr O and P checked out the plot first, T and K picked up Mr R, who came in shorts, t-shirt and a fucking neck brace!? Crazy subway bomber...


When P returned he had only this to say: "You're gonna love the way in, it's fucking heavy", It was time to do the Paris Metro system.


We went through a discreet doorway and down several flights of stairs, which lead to a dimly lit corridoor which kept going down. Already this mission felt different to the A-Line missions, every one was quiet, concentrating in the darkness. You could feel the trepidation when entering the yard, this was more of what we were use to.


The air got staler as we went deeper, you did notice the dankness and silence. One thing that was going thru my mind was that this passage way was probably only ever trodden by writers and how the fuck did writers find these passageways!?. Pure tunnel bopping and exploring the system... that in itself is just hardcore.


At the bottom of a spiral staircase was the door. Slowly O pushes it open, it creaks revealing a dimly lit tunnel. O clocks the joint, then confident there is nobody around, the rest of us follow. We spread out over two cars on two seperate trains. This was it, no fucking about, we all knew what we had to do and that time was limited. The tunnel was humid and airless, but everyone paints in silence, with only one objective.


Mr R paints fast, doing two panels in the time I did one. We all finish, but everyone still feels wary, looking up and down the tunnel for security. We film the damage, pose for photos (our souvenirs of Paris) and make our way back to the exit. Just as I pack the camera away, we hear a voice *in french* - "Can I help you?", a spilt second pause... then shouting... "Watch out for our dogs!!!"....


That was the cue to run. Everyone turns around single file and bolts down the aisle... I was running as fast as I could, but O was running faster and had a hand on my back pushing, "FASTER, FASTER!!", it was like having a turbo booster strapped on my back! We reach the end of the trains and ran down the tunnel to the next station. I couldn't remember when the last time I ran for so fast and so long and Mr R had to run in a neck brace! All I could taste in my mouth was the Montana and Molotow being expelled from from lungs, it tasted pure poisonous. No-one dare look back to see whether or not the dogs were behind us.


We reach the next station and must have seemed so bait all walking on to the platform gasping for air - thank god they don't have platform cameras. We run up to the exit, checking for security and break out into fresh air -relief- we looked at our hands and they were filthy, covered in grime and soot - True Dirty Handers.


All of us were FUCKED - all the smoking, drinking making us gasp and cough, the adrenalin was coursing through us now and like all train bombers after a chase, it was perversely satisfying. These Parisians made me laugh, as soon as we had our breaths back, we were told the next mission was to be the 'hard to paint' new model subways and it was only 12 midday!


There is no video footage of this mission, out of respect to our host's wishes. This yard is only known to a couple of crews so it was a privilege for them to be taking us. The way in was a typical Metro affair, down a grate, through a ventilation unit and straight in to a underground yard with at least 25-30 trains stacked in three rows end to end. It was pure nasty! We painted our panels and it was smooth. Two daytime subways in the space of two hours, pure madness...


Mr K and I were leaving that evening, but the crew and Mr P were already talking about one man W/C's on the subway later on that evening, SICK...



Paris is definitely on... go check it for yourself.

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Originally posted by BruceVelvet


is this a metro car?



looks more like an old 'blue' german steel train to me, maybe a double decker??


yes it is a metro car.

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