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current section: 1/0 offset in current section total progress Opinion Finding Beauty Underneath Paris By Katie Kitamura Visuals by Lee Mary Manning Aug. 8, 2025 Share full article This essay is part of Finding Beauty, a series on discovering joy in the unexpected. There is a grate on Rue Danton in Paris, not too far from the university campus where I teach during the summer, that emits a particular smell: sweet, a touch rubbery and a little industrial. It’s the smell of the Paris Métro. I remember it from one particular summer that I spent in Paris as a teenager. That summer I spent the day at
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