As night descends we creep out to explore the city and her secrets. We venture deep below into the sewers and the subways, dodging the trains which
whistle by and jumping over the third rail. Nimbly we climb high above the streets, scaling the bridges, cranes and the rooftops, tiny specks unnoticed
amongst the clouds. Welcome to sleepycity, where the urban infrastructure is our playground. Tell me more...
With nowhere else to stay we climbed a metal security door and crashed out on a small seemingly abandoned terrace between two apartment blocks. Come morning an angry man with a shovel in his hand told us to fuck off in heavily accented French.