Inside the squalid new ‘jungles’ of Paris

Step out of Stalingrad or Jaurès metro stations and you step into squalor. A few feet from one exit, Tulu, an Ethiopian, sits at the door of an igloo tent pitched on the footpath under the elevated rail line.

She keeps a close eye on her two-year-old son and three-year-old daughter, making sure they stay back from the busy road where cars zoom past.

“I’ve applied for asylum (in France) and now I’m waiting for the response,” the 27-year-old said, speaking in fluent English she said she learnt in Libya while she waited for a boat to smuggle her across the Mediterranean.