In the Paris Metro there are different voices for different lines. On the one line a woman announces ‘Rome.. Rome’ in a questioning voice, more accented on the second 'Rome', slightly lost, as if asking "Rome, are you there? What happened to Rome?" On another line a man announces Wagram, in a resigned, careless voice – “Here, for what it’s worth, is Wagram”. You feel that behind these intonations there is a character and an untold story. Rome is melancholy, Wagram merely depressed.