Martine, Paris 11th The northern suburbs are for me what the theaters: Saint Denis, Bobigny Pantin, Bagnolet Montreuil. My favorite: The Commune in Aubervilliers: bus awaits you at the subway exit, it evokes release of schoolkids travel.
I never go in the suburbs for the day while trying to have a different vision, a vision at all, I get up early during my walks.
"Exchanger Bagnolet" I expected to find a swarm of people, a multitude of crosses, the hum of engines, horns ... Everything is calm and I see almost no one.
I go back to the center. Street Camellias: two cylindrical towers stand in the sky, a white house appears from the night and a great father to walk on its front, my first Bagnolet! I take my time, I would like to see the emotion in this picture I had in the second when I arrived. At the end of this first meeting I will greet the patient great father who, after giving me a kiss, trying to kiss on the mouth, everyone is looking decidedly emotional morning!
The sun rises quickly, I meet a young woman who risks nothing dainty in his lamp: she caressed by the night waiting for the day ... 
I go back to the metro Gallieni.
This place is incredible, while heights, curves and perspectives. I watch the sun rise in Bagnolet. Although this picture is definitely urban reflects the softness and calmness of this place at this time morning.
When I come back the next morning I decide to attack me Reprimands.
mission that Julia gave me was simple: Try to go up as high as possible to get a panoramic view of Paris and its northern suburbs, but after running for an hour, I have not accessed entry.
I learn that the town of Bagnolet includes 6 districts. I would need much more time to differentiate the two blocks but already I feel differences have traveled for miles.
Later I discovered the third quarter, more residential, more charming!
back toward the center, near the town hall, I take some pictures of a tagged street corner, a curious and worried Bagnolet challenges me he thinks I work for the mayor and think they want to "freshen up" the facade, once reassured he escorts me through the neighborhood to show me his favorite tags.
Back to the subway and plunged into the bus station, underground, almost invisible. It a sort of no man's land. The people there do not seem to really expect. At a time when the buses and subways are full, this place is quiet, timeless city. The cafeteria is a sequence of machines, no desk, a few round tables and high, white tile, I come out quickly in the open air.
Old and new come together permanently in this city. I look at an old building and it springs from the roof top of a building of glass glittering in the sun, I walk in a park and two cylindrical towers arise from a buckeye. I look at the library, face, I see a cold, modern building and around it when I have a happy surprise.
I will not leave this town without mentioning the pride of the school year: The Guenot brothers, Steve and Christopher medal in Beijing this summer! Displays a huge fleet on the facade of City Hall and are found on some windows of downtown.
I do not really feel disoriented. I live in eastern Paris and the contrasts are equally strong. Bagnolet seems fairly sheltered, privileged, many people also continue to call " The Village Bagnolet.
This last picture shows quite well the feeling that I have left: a suburban-sized!
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