Bad Behavior On The Métro

The RATP has started a campaign to try to get Parisians to respect each other when riding the métro, including avoiding the noisy, smelly pitfalls of eating a hamburger, not jumping the turnstiles, talking too loud or swearing, having inane, annoying cell phone ring-tones (yeah!), and not putting your stinky feet on the seats.

Watch the films and animations here.

(In French, but hilariously watch-able, especially the animated short films.)

As seen on Eric’s site, Paris Daily Photo.

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  • Gary
    October 23, 2006 9:41am

    Yes, it is hilarious! And the budget must have been huge!

  • October 23, 2006 11:25am

    That totally made my day!

  • Michelle
    October 23, 2006 9:19pm

    I wish there were such an effort made for the New York City subway… my morning commute would be so much nicer!

  • hag
    October 23, 2006 11:20pm

    Thanks for sharing…they were great! I agree with others, I wish more cities would take such an effort!
    BTW I really like the new photo of you ( it is new right?) …great chair too!

  • Christian
    October 24, 2006 5:18am

    I have to say that I’ve jumped the turnstiles once or nine times. My weekly carte orange has a habit of getting demagnetized at the worst times, when there is no attendant, so I feel like I’m well within my rights to jump over.

  • Gail
    October 24, 2006 11:31am

    Thanks for the link to the city daily photo blogs. I’ve been to almost every continent so far and emailed friends and family with their favorite cities. I feel an addiction coming on……

  • October 25, 2006 2:28am

    Where are the English subtitles?

    I am going to be so hosed if I ever visit France alone (without a fluent friend which has always been the case).

    Loved the concept, loved the videos, wish I could understand what the hell they were saying.

  • Steve
    October 25, 2006 11:36am

    This is great! There’s one section where you get to vote on your personal top 10 pet peeves in regards to bad behavior on the metro. No. 1 so far–pretending that you don’t see the elderly person or pregnant woman who needs a seat, and figuring that that ruse entitles you to keep yours!

    Rounding out the top 10 are the usual suspects, including remaining seated in one of the flip-up seats when a car is completely crowded, and obliviously knocking people around while wearing big backpacks (which applies on planes as well).

  • Michael
    October 26, 2006 12:41am

    I’m happy to have found your blog, but not sure I can handle the sugar rush. I’m a big Paris Daily Photo fan, so was happy to see him listed here. Although the metro and chocolate together seems odd and sticky ;-)

  • October 26, 2006 12:54am

    Hello David! Thanks for the “mention” in your blog. I did some investigating of my own and discovered that the Salon du chocolat is being held this weekend in Paris. I presume you’ll be there?!

  • October 26, 2006 8:08am

    Well, in defense of Parisians (which I seem to spend half of my life doing…the other half is spent defending Americans!), I think they behave pretty good on the métro. Especially as opposed to the behavior I witnessed on public transit last time I was in San Francisco. On the buses, kids were sitting in the back playing music with their legs stretched out across several seats, and the tram was rather grimy and difficult to navigate the city with (a friend from Switzerland was in SF and asked a person who obviously worked for the transit system, who was in uniform, for directions to the ticket booth, who replied, “Do I look like I’m working, asshole?”

    No one’s ever said that to me before in Paris.

    Or perhaps they did, but I didn’t understand them. So it doesn’t count.

  • October 27, 2006 2:09am

    On our last Paris visit the GM was getting seriously into tasting cheese. She had been a little shy of the more odoriferous varieties but after a week or so was realizing that they were quite to her liking.

    After getting aboard a crowded Metro car she smelled the wonderful aroma of a delicious, ripe cheese. As we rode packed against each other she said, “Someone’s got some good lunch.” I told her to look over her shoulder. Directly behind her, stretched out on a seat, with all the other riders giving him a very wide berth was a really stinky homeless homme. In my day we called them bums but hey…