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  1. A night in the Paris Metro My first report for a while and I felt that my photos from each location wouldn't create a substantial enough report. Because of this I decided to compile them into a more lengthy post documenting the night in which we explored various sections of the Paris Metro. I hope you enjoy reading my story and seeing the images I managed to capture. After arriving in Paris with @Letchbo for a short weekend break, we decided to begin our night of exploring by hitting a classic metro spot. Once we'd safely entered the area we wanted to photograph, we hid in an alcove for a short period of time. Patiently waiting for the end of service with front row seats to watch the last remaining trains hurl past us. As soon the service concluded for the night, we eagerly got our cameras out and started shooting. Fortunately we managed to grab a couple of decent photos before we heard what we presumed were track workers approaching nearby. We quickly concluded it was best to abort mission and keep moving ahead. Photographing sections of track as we progressed down the line, until we reached the next station and swiftly departed unnoticed. By the time we were back out above ground the night was still young and we headed onto our next location. View of a train passing on Line 10 The double raccord We'd visited this spot earlier in the year along with @Conrad and @DirtyJigsaw after visiting another of Paris' famous ghost stations. But when we arrived at this one, we noticed a large number workers across the tracks and decided to give it a miss. Fast forward to October, we thought try our luck again. My partner made his way over the fence but as I was about to climb in and join him, someone abruptly stopped me in my tracks. "Bonsoir!" "Bonsoir?" The rather authoritative looking chap approached me and continued speaking to me in French (to which I didn't fully understand.) I politely explained we were English. He then proceeded to pull a badge out and clearly stated to me the word every urban explorer wants to hear on a night out exploring the metro. "Police." Oh fuck. That's when we thought the night had sadly come to a prompt conclusion. Fortunately for us after a brief discussion with us claiming to be photographing the canal, he decided to allow us to resume our business and once he was well out of sight we made our way straight in. Onto a bit of history, Arsenal station was officially opened in 1906 and is located in the 4th arrondissement of Paris. In addition to this, it is also situated on line 5 between the Bastille and Quai de la Rapée stations. After 33 years of operation, it was closed in 1939 at the start of the Second World War. This was due to French resistance members allocating the area as an ammunition depot. Once Paris had been liberated from German forces August of 1944, a battle more commonly known as Battle for Paris and Belgium. It was decided reopening Arsenal would be inefficient. This was on account of its close proximity to neighbouring stations which limited the flow of passengers. For 75 years the station has been largely abandoned aside from graffers, urban explorers, photographers and avid thrill seekers, such as ourselves. Once we'd grabbed a few shots of the abandoned Arsenal Station, we continued photographing another small section of track further down the line. It was quite photogenic and was a welcomed bonus to what had already been a predominately successful night for the both of us. Before long the morning was fast approaching, coinciding with the threat of the service resuming. We reluctantly called it a night, making our way out and back to our accommodation, covered in metro dust and feeling pretty relieved we managed to pull it all off after a few close encounters. As always if you got this far, thanks for reading
  2. Return to the forbidden area of the catacombs of paris, this time accompanied to get as far as possible, I hope you enjoy it.
  3. Explored alone the forbidden catacombs of París, the most amazing experience that I have lived as an urban explorer, I will repeat soon:
  4. All, Heres a quick report from another Paris Ghost Station i have now visited. Its one of the larger ghost stations and one of the most well known. Ive not been activley posting much as of late due to other commitments but i am out there exploring and got another big trip lined up this year too. I wont bore you any longer, but heres some history of the station stolen from Google Saint-Martin is a ghost station of the Paris Métro, located on lines 8 and 9 between the stations of Strasbourg - Saint-Denis and République, on the border of the 3rd and 10th arrondissements of Paris. The station was closed on 2 September 1939 at the start of World War II. It reopened after the French Liberation with a lot of traffic passing through, but was eventually closed again as a result of its proximity to the neighboring station of Strasbourg - Saint-Denis, which lies only 100 metres away. In the past, the station served to shelter homeless persons, and the eastern section of the location is currently used as a day shelter for the homeless (managed by the Salvation Army). The station closed on 2nd September 1939. Heres afew of my shots i took Saint Martin by Dirty Jigsaw, on Flickr Saint Martin by Dirty Jigsaw, on Flickr Saint Martin by Dirty Jigsaw, on Flickr Saint Martin by Dirty Jigsaw, on Flickr Saint Martin by Dirty Jigsaw, on Flickr Saint Martin by Dirty Jigsaw, on Flickr Saint Martin by Dirty Jigsaw, on Flickr Saint Martin by Dirty Jigsaw, on Flickr Saint Martin by Dirty Jigsaw, on Flickr Saint Martin by Dirty Jigsaw, on Flickr Saint Martin by Dirty Jigsaw, on Flickr Saint Martin by Dirty Jigsaw, on Flickr Saint Martin by Dirty Jigsaw, on Flickr Saint Martin by Dirty Jigsaw, on Flickr Saint Martin by Dirty Jigsaw, on Flickr Thanks for looking. DJ
  5. The secrets of the legendary catacombs of Paris, a tunnel system that spans more than 280km in length. The catacombs in Paris hold remains of more than six million people. They are part of a tunnel network that runs below Paris that is more than 280 kilometers long. No one knows how far the tunnels extend in total, as there are still many paths that are unmapped and even undiscovered. The main reason behind the tunnels was to extract Lutetian limestone for use as a building material. For instance, parts of the Louvre, the Place de la Concorde and Les Invalides were built with limestone from this tunnel system. The catacombs only take up about 2.1km of the tunnel system and they are the only part that is legally accessible. Even though that is the case, many people refer to the surrounding tunnel network when speaking about the "Catacombs of Paris". The ossuary was created in the late 1700s to tackle the problem of overflowing cemeteries and until the early 19th century, the ossuary was largely forgotten until it became a novelty place for concerts and other private events. The network is mostly intact today and is regularily toured by urban explorers or so called "Cataphiles". If anyone is curious about the way we took, the names of the rooms we went into and a bit of a sidestory, here's the full post (warning: It's damn long and I feel it would overcrowd the forums) Also, even though I posted a lot of photos, these are not all, so feel free to check out the rest of them if anyone has gotten curious. LINK: http://inwordsandpictures.net/catacombs FULL-ALBUM: https://flic.kr/s/aHskDMEvnC INSTAGRAM: ofcdnb DSC_9230 by anthrax, auf Flickr DSC_9239 by anthrax, auf Flickr DSC_9241 by anthrax, auf Flickr DSC_9245 by anthrax, auf Flickr DSC_9250 by anthrax, auf Flickr DSC_9254 by anthrax, auf Flickr DSC_9257 by anthrax, auf Flickr DSC_9265_1 by anthrax, auf Flickr DSC_9276 by anthrax, auf Flickr SC_9279 by anthrax, auf Flickr DSC_9281 by anthrax, auf Flickr DSC_9283_1 by anthrax, auf Flickr DSC_9290_1 by anthrax, auf Flickr DSC_9311 by anthrax, auf Flickr DSC_9338 by anthrax, auf Flickr DSC_9343_2 by anthrax, auf Flickr DSC_9346_1 by anthrax, auf Flickr
  6. In early 2018 we visited one of the new tunnels of Paris metro which for the moment (May 2018) is still under construction. Recently I was told that this place is no longer accessible due to active works that doesn't stop even at night, so I will publish some pictures. Btw, we managed to get in only from the 2nd try - there is a security guy walking around the construction site (on the street). The new tunnel is 2km long. We walked till the end and on the way back checked out the end of the active line. There were two trains. Soon we heard some noise (like if someone'd open a door) and left the place.
  7. Various bits of cobbled together footage from exploring metro systems in London and overseas. (The end bit at Aldwych is an in-joke). https://vimeo.com/31108510 There's stuff from New York and skyscrapers and stuff on the account, as well as a trip to North Korea. I rarely film, so not much on there.
  8. A run around the Paris Catacombs with some friends
  9. If you look at this write up from the Daily Fail Goussainville: Inside the French ghost town abandoned 40 YEARS AGO | Daily Mail Online Goussainville looks like a good explore. Since the Tupolev Tu-144 fell out of the sky onto the village it has been slowly depopulating, or so the article makes out. However I roll up after a long drive to find more cars than the M25 at 8.30 on a wet Monday morning. Cars are parked everywhere - not exactly deserted then. So I find the old mansion house, walk up the steps and look in. Don't know if this has ever happened to anyone else on this forum but I simply couldn't be arsed to climb in. Crap everywhere and mindless graff over every available and even hard to reach surface. Go round the back and was just as nonplussed & this is why people have moved on. Approx every 3 minutes.. So I'm here now might as well look at the rest of the village. Here's an interesting door of a kind that seems to be repeated many,many times Courtyard & bookseller Just round the corner I got into a rambling smashed up house. Room after wrecked room with discarded clothes & assorted garbage. Then upstairs I found a photo album of an African family, all in bright colours looking at the camera like startled rabbits. Why would anyone carry that all the way from Africa to France and leave it on the floor of some shit hole. I'd had enough. I couldn't take any pictures, the camera never came out of it's bag. Decay - fine, abject misery - sorry no thanks................. Rant over.
  10. My first, and to date, only explore underground is a trip to the Catacombs under Paris. For those that aren't aware, a little history... The rock beneath Paris is largely limestone, and since the 11th Century, mining of this limestone has taken place - to build the city. In many ways, Paris is built on a latticework of tunnels and caves. Collapses of the tunnels created were becoming more and more frequent, so in 1777 the Inspection des Carrières was created. Their role, to inspect the quarries, map them, and where necessary reinforce. By 1786, with progress being made, another problem for the City needed solving. The graveyards were becoming overcrowded, and there were concerns, the Parisians were convinced that their drinking water was being contaminated by the decaying bodies. The solution - to move the dead to the underground caverns beneath the City. So the task of moving 6 million corpses began, and the Catacombs were created.... I had heard from a friend that a trip was being organised, so I got myself on the list and started to make plans. The thing with this sort of trip is that although it lasts a couple of days - or thereabouts, your survival depends solely on whatever you take with you. Well unless you are a seasoned visitor and know more about how and where to exit the Catacombs without issues. The plan was to enter the Catacombs on Friday afternoon and then come up on Monday, late afternoon. Going on the basis of 2 litres of water a day, and having not wanting to go short, I ended up taking 6 litres. By the time I packed in enough food, the water, sleeping bag, bivvi bag, inflatable mattress, spare clothes, mini stove, pans, a couple of torches, spare batteries, a couple of copies of a map - there was not much room left in the 60 litre rucksack, and it was bloody heavy. We had arranged to meet some of the group in a car park near the main access point. The "rooms" and some areas are named, and the tunnels also have names - well some do. Our first port of call was "La Plage". Getting there involved something called the Sand Crawl. It was the first time I had to crawl for years - a long forgotten skill I have to say. Made all the more "interesting" as I had left my climbing helmet and head torch at home. My only light was the from the people in front and the P7 I held as I crawled along. Luckily it wasn't so low that I had to take my rucksack off, but it was low enough. Some people were managing an odd sort of low bent over walk, but for some, including me, it was easier progress on all fours. Before long La Plage opened up. It was pretty cool I have to say. There was a lot of street art, and the reason it was called La Plage - well I can only guess the sandy floor and the large wave mural... I had a wander about. Before too long, some French lads turned up. They seemed friendly enough, quite chatty. However... We had already discussed that we weren't going to tell anyone we met where we planned to go. The Parisian youth tend to have parties in the Catacombs and the odd day trip. The people we met weren't prepared for a multi day visit, but then again they didn't have to be. With the network under their feet, multiple visits were pretty straightforward, so no drama coming down for a few hours every other weekend or so. After a little while they left. About 5 minutes after they had, a strange purple haze started to fill the room. We had no idea what this smoke was, probably a harmless enough smoke bomb, but frankly none of us wanted to hang around and find out if it was or not. Deep beneath Paris, no mobile phone signal, no means to call for help, not easily accessible - even if people knew where you were - nope, it wasn't a good plan to stay... So, like the stork - we flew that place We decided to head towards "Lanterns Room". This was a bit of a trek but a safe place to stay the night. Safe as in it was a blind tunnel, so we wouldn't have to worry about people walking by or wanting to get through. I don't know if you have ever been underground for a period of time, but the strange thing is that all sense of time is completely lost. There is no day or night, hours just seem to blur. In the "morning" the mini group I had travelled down with decided that we would go our own way, explore the network as we wanted. We knew where we were, where the exit was and with around 4 maps between us, we were sorted. Oh, another thing I hadn't counted on - wearing waders. Don't get me wrong, they are essential. There are parts of the Catacombs which are partially flooded, not massively deeply flooded, but enough to breach over normal wellingtons. Walking around in wet wellingtons is not good fun. But wearing waders all day long - that really isn't pleasant. There is a heat build up, which is great all the time you are dressed, but when you have to put on wet socks, trousers and waders the next morning - man that is gross. As we made our way through the tunnels, along the route there were a number of ladders leading up to manholes. The issue is, one has no idea if these are sealed or not, so it may not be a case of using one of these as an emergency exit... The pin prick of light in this image comes from the manhole cover - so it must have been daytime The weird thing is, the speed at which light just falls away. It is very eerie to say the least and very easy to get lost as a result. I wouldn't want to be down here on my own that is for sure. At one point, we - there were 5 in my little group - were talking about the poor girl who died in the Odessa catacombs. Short story - a 19 year old girl got separated from a New Years Eve party and couldn't find the group or the exit. We agreed to turn our torches off for a few seconds to see what it would be like. I know - pitch black. But honestly it was worse than that. We were all standing very close to one another, and as I am sure you all know - when one is standing close to someone, you can always feel their presence, even if you close your eyes - think crowded underground train - one doesn't ever feel alone. The thing is, here, with no light - I felt no one's presence. Nothing. I knew that everyone was still there - there was no sound - so no movement - but the blanket of silence and darkness was smothering, absolutely horrific. That poor girl, to be that alone, no ability to find anyone, no one answering your screams, not knowing where the walls of the tunnel were, stumbling in the dark, knowing that death was beckoning - just horrific. I was very relieved to see that our little group was intact after that little interlude. The Mineralogical Office Of course, no trip to the Catacombs would be complete without bones... and skulls too Parts of the tunnels were used as a shelter, and one of these was where we decided to spend the night. We ate in the Flag Room After a second night, we decided that actually a third night was going to be an adventure too far... We were fatigued and were ready to make our way out... More bones... Part of the network was used by the Germans in WW2 as bunker A word of warning - don't get lost, or you would end up looking.... Our final location to visit was the Castle Room - couldn't resist using the spare candles and making the place a little more interesting Apero's Room - well the entrance at least Although this wasn't in La Plage - it is similar to the one there, although can't remember exactly where this is, but it was up by the Bunker and Apero's Room I think... And with that, thank you for viewing - as ever, more images on my Flickr
  11. Hi guys ! I decided to join the Oblivion community... I'm an explorer since almost 5 years now. I hope to have fun with you here and I'll try some of my work soon. See you !
  12. First report on Oblivion, hope you dont fall asleep from boredom with this mammoth write up. Don't worry normally my reports don't have an encyclopedias worth of dribble in them but this was a pretty special one for me personally as i've wanted to get down here for some time now. Right so here's my two pence worth on the Paris catacombs, of course there's already a rather large amount of reports on the place and i'm sure the pics and info aren't anything new but i am hoping another one wont hurt. The Explore - I've wanted to get down the catas for about 3 years now, pretty much since i found about them to be honest, instantly knew it was an adventure that had to be ticked off at some point and i'm glad I've now ticked that box. It started off with me randomly seeing a mention of a catas trip on the bank holiday on another forum and so got the ball rolling, we got into Paris train station and i was grinning ear to ear pretty much as soon as i got into my 'worlds worst waders' (quick note to anyone going down and in need of waders- DON'T BE TIGHT), unfortunately i made the mistake of thinking waders might be one of those things i could get away with skimping on and getting away with cheapos, its not and you cant! If your going down and need waders get decent quality, thigh waders, dunlops seem to be the general accepted standard for this type of endeavor, dont get piece of crap, waist high fishing waders with brillo pads on the bottom, the soles of my cheap nasty waders were flapping around like a couple of kermit the frogs before we had even got on the map! obviously they were designed for some watery tart standing around scratching his arse fly fishing, not hauling ass around a network of underground, partially flooded tunnels for three days! so yeah INVEST in quality waders! Ok so we got in and had a bigish stomp north to get onto the map. We were fairly late ish of an evening on the Saturday getting down there, there were some Parisians having a bit of a booze up in la plage (the beach) when we arrived, so called because of the "great wave off kanagawa" mural by Japanese artist hokusai (pic below). Though we crossed paths with parisians at la plage we kept on motoring to find a room to get our heads down for the evening, If i remember right it was oyster we ended up in, if it wasn't then it wasn't far, got oysters in my head for some reason from that first night! As far as my awful memory can recollect we started off Sunday heading off to see some bones, if its your first time down there and your saying seeing a bunch of few hundred year old bones strewn about the place isnt top of the to do list then ill go ahead and say your talking out your ass! so we made no bones about it in the morning and head out in search of some dead people, which didn't take us too long to find! we saw a couple of rooms with bones littering the floors of the tunnels and through a small crawl there was a sheer wall of compacted bones, i wondered if maybe they had been used to sure up a potential ceiling collapse? who knows, anyway it was a tiny little space with no chance of a tripod, the picture doesn't really do it justice, in all fairness its never going to be quite the same looking at a picture as actually having a wall of femurs a few inches from your face and saying to yourself "what in the cluckin fuck am i doing??" who knows but its kinda cool. After papping some bones for a bit i think (again my memory's crap so anyone who was there feel free to correct my memory, or lack there of) we headed up to the flag room, exactly what it says on the tin its a room with a flag in it, it was a bit of a mission getting here, good little low crawl, couldn't really take the bags with so speed held the fort at a tunnel intersection whilst us newbies flew solo to go and find it. pretty cool little space, nice tall vaulted ceilinged room next to what i think was an old air raid shelter?? some tidy graffiti in there aswell, if that's your cup of tetley + we found a dartboard- surprisingly with some arrows!-winner!after a couple of newbie wrong turns getting back to speed we headed off to find a spot for some lunchables, was quite a nice little room actually, its the pants quality pic with what im assuming was an old round stone well of some sort? After scran time we went off to go find one of the minerology office rooms, (kudos to speed for missioning around crawling trying to find these!) these are the pictures with the stone staircases that lead nowhere, apparently each step contained a mineral sample and a description, the sample position on the stairs was representative of its depth from the surface, i'm assuming the top course of ground level mineral would have been on the top step of the staircase and then for each step down the mineral displayed would represent of a certain depth deeper from the last sample. After the crawl back we headed up to the German bunker and the monks well, (again awfull quality pic as i kept forgetting to change my iso back after taking hand held shots-absolute bellend). We bedded down for the night in a rather fetid little room in the bunker but the remaining rum and a game of pervy pictionary made it a bit more entertaining, apparently we got visited in the night, (not in the way one might hope) by some bladdered, gatecrashing parisian wondering around the room we were in shouting ACEEEETONEE, i was out for the count but kind of feel like i missed out. onto monday, unfortunately monkey had to bail out earlier than us as he had an earlier train, so we missioned through some old cable runs, (which are great fun to slide down underneath on your ass), just watch your head and slow yourself down on the brackets!) and popped him up a manhole and went on our merry way. We then headed over to the grave of Philibert Aspairt, old phil was the doorkeeper of the Val-de-Grâce hospital and went on a mission back in nov 1793 to pinch some posh carthusian monks booze called 'Chartreuse', which he believed was stocked in the cellar of a convent under the Jardin de Luxembourg, the silly sausage went down there with only one sausage- that was meant to say candle but i'm not deleting it because that's a bloody funny thought, all sausage and no candle mate!. So yeah, he went down, got lost and snuffed it down there-poor bastard. lost and alone in the dark down there not a sausage to eat you havent really got much of a chance. Now he's got a tidy gravestone down there and has visitors from all over the place coming to visit him and is also recognized as the first ever cataphile, though i'm sure he was down there because of his love of posh monks booze and not his love of dank dark tunnels. After old pips grave we headed to another minerology office with one of the display staircases i described above, its the pic with the single set of steps. we then pointed ourselves south for the stomp back to the way we came in. we got to kip that night in a tidy little tucked away room not too far from where we stayed the first night, in the morning we took some graffiti shots and took a quick look in at the castle room, again-crap quality pic, lesson learned for next trip. all in its a bloody awesome an adventure as it was i dont think ive ever been so grateful for some sunlight a breeze and an ice cold can of pop! can remember grinning like a cheshhire cat as we stomped in our waders through paris station, all covered in flith, most likely stinking but happy as a pig in shit! fin bit of shameless toffee and tasting for the l'histoire The Paris Catacombs have their origins in the limestone quarries situated on the outskirts of the city. This natural resource has been in use since the time of the Romans, and provided construction material for the city’s buildings, as well as contributed to the city’s growth and expansion. It was only after during the second half of the 18th century, however, that the former limestone mines (now under the city as it expanded over the centuries) were transformed into burial places. By the 18th century, Parisian cemeteries such as Les Innocents (the largest cemetery in Paris) were becoming overpopulated, giving rise to improper burials, open graves, and unearthed corpses. Quite naturally, people living close to such places began complaining about the strong stench of decomposing flesh and the spread of diseases from the cemeteries In 1763, an edict was issued by Louis XV banning all burials from the capital. The Church, however, did not wish to disturb or move the cemeteries, and opposed the edict. As a result, nothing was done. The situation persisted until 1780, when an unusually long period of spring rain caused a wall around the Les Innocents to collapse, resulting in the spilling of rotting corpses into a neighboring property. By this time, the French authorities were forced to take action. In 1786, the former Tombe-Issoire quarries were blessed and consecrated, turning them into the Paris Catacombs. It took two years for all the bones from the Les Innocents to be transferred to the catacombs. Over the following decades, the bones of the dead were removed from cemeteries around Paris for reburial in the catacombs. Furthermore, the practice of burying the newly dead directly in the catacombs began after the French Revolution. It was only in 1859 that the final transfer of bones was undertaken during the renovation of Paris by Georges-Eugène Haussmann, and the work was finally completed in 1860. Seven years later, the catacombs were open to the public. In total the winding catacombs stretch over 300 kilometers (186 miles). Although the Paris Catacombs are still open to the general public today, access is limited to only a small fraction of the network. It has been illegal since 1955 to enter the other parts of the catacombs. Nevertheless, during the 1970s and 80s, the catacombs have been explored illegally by Parisian urban explorers known as Cataphiles. Some of the spaces have even been restored and turned into creative spaces. One of these underground caverns, for instance, was transformed into a secret amphitheater, complete with a giant cinema screen, projection equipment, a couple of films and seats. The neighboring area was revamped into a fully-stocked bar and a restaurant, perhaps where the patrons of the amphitheater could get a snack or a meal. It has been estimated that as many as 300 Cataphiles enter the catacombs each week via secret entrances. Non-Cataphiles and tourists, however, are not often welcome. From its beginnings as a limestone quarry to its use for the burial of the dead in the 18th century, and the part it plays today in the lives of the Cataphiles, the Paris Catacombs has been an important feature of the city. Although systematic exploration of the underground tunnels may bring to light the extent of the catacombs, it would probably not meet with approval from all quarters. After all, the secrecy of the catacomb networks, and the opportunity to escape from the hustle and bustle of the city above, are attractive concepts to the Cataphiles, and they would probably not let go of their haunts so easily.- here endeth the paste! If you're still readin then fair bloody play, you probably need a cup of tea after reading that lot, maybe even a shave!, just a few pics to go and we are done, i say a few its a bit pic heavy! this is that wall of bones i was on a boot guess we were a few months late! mineral display staircases. la plage mural, "great wave off kanagawa" by Japanese artist hokusai thanks for taking the time ladies and jellyspoons, safe exploring and epic adventures kids.
  13. This was originally an invite kindly offered by Mr Jobs for me and the wife,the wife had to decline due to ill health so i jumped at the chance of 3 days under paris with a bunch of strange chaps in waders. Was picked up by Maniac along with non member Mr perry to then head to dover to meet Bigjobs,Paradox,Fb,James and amy and then head out on the 2.15 ferry! Bit of car trouble and a sleep later we are all on our way into Paris to find our entry point. Once inside i have to say it was pretty full on with the pace and we spent the majority of the time on the march from one area to the next and from what i can gather we did some milage from the very north to the furthest south of this section with many stop off's in-between,i didnt have chance to grab as many pictures as i wanted to due to the camera being buried under the kit i took and for not wanting to hold the rest of the group up constantly setting up shots,and to be fair there is no real way to get my gear out safely when your ball deep in water. Really enjoyed this trip and the party nye was a great end to the night with some really decent people. Enough waffle and on with the pictures that i did manage to get..Just a final massive thanks to all concerned ,it was a great trip and one i wont forget in a hurry Pics in no particular order.. People with maps who know where im going.. Pic heavy alert And my favourite picture Thanks to all involved couldn't have imagined a more decent a way to spent NYE..
  14. Hope this doesn't sound stupid, but is anyone a big fan of the Paris cats?.. More so is anyone planning a trip? And doesn't mind an extra head onboard
  15. The first is right beneath Paris, but the other beneath a suburbian cemetery. "] "]
  16. I thought I’d already chucked these up. ATAC Quarry in Paris
  17. I'm looking through some of my old photos hoping to get the spark back, which I've kind of lost lately. Les Grands Moulins de Paris is a still-active Milling company in mainland Europe, but their mill in Lille, built in 1920, closed in 1989. This was our first glimpse of a European site, we'd been travelling since 4am but seeing this place floored us....it makes Millenium Mills look like a dolls house, maybe not in height but in sheer length and imposing presence. It was by far one of my favourite places from the trip. It was fairly busy also as it was a Bank Holiday, whilst parking the car we saw two guys ride in on a scooter, and as we were picking our way through the undergrowth we saw a group of three French explorers entering so introduced ourselves using the small amount of English they knew, we went our separate ways after a while though. We then realised there was some commotion on the outside and saw the two guys who had ridden the scooter in joined by a large group of Airsoft players so they had the run of the outside, we ran into a few of them from time to time and they were fine, mutual nods and smiles go a long way to not being shot.... Two thirds of it is mostly wood floored which has mostly disappeared so is pretty much impassable after a few floors as what little wood hasn't vanished is totally rotten, the other third is mostly concrete but still has an enormous amount of holes in the floor from old equipment, vents, and wooden hatches that have disappeared so navigation was fun to say the least. The roof space was amazing, in terms of dereliction and being able to quite literally sit on the edge of the roof and take in the views. Thanks for looking more here http://www.flickr.com/photos/mookie427/ ... 712848662/