Life on the Métro

I'm so glad to ride the Paris Métro every day - I am very tempted to ride bikes like my friend Jeremy does, but I would miss out on some things.  Here's a sampling of the going's-on I've seen in subterranean Paris
- A man yesterday screaming at the top of his lungs "Jesus Christ is the Way" plus a whole lot of other teachings (for 20 minutes straight).  This went on in a packed Metro car.  Love the message, could probably be shared in a more soothing way?
- Various musicians will climb on board and play their instruments for the riders.  My favorite is the accordionists.  They play tunes that have that vibe that IS Paris.  Others play the violin, flute contraptions, and everything else.
- Upon exiting the metro, you are often confronted by young women who shove a piece of paper under your face and indicate to sign your name to it.  At the same time, they indicate with their motions that they can not hear or speak.  They are trying to get you to think that you are signing a petition for the deaf and mute, but of course, if you sign, they demand money.  And it turns out that they are not deaf or mute at all.  They are very aggressive.
A demain et bonne soirée (See you tomorrow and good night!)