(Local) The squalid migrant camps that shocked tourists and vexed locals around the trendy Canal Saint-Martin area of Paris have long gone, but homeless refugees have not. They have been pushed out of sight, to the edge of the city in what is possibly the most sordid spot in all of France, writes Rory Mulholland.
About a hundred metres from “Crack Hill,” a patch of wasteland where dishevelled drug-addicts congregate to buy a fix and where many live rough, a sea of tents stretches out underneath a motorway flyover.
There a few hundred migrants from war-torn or impoverished countries live in appalling conditions, waiting for their next appointment with the migration authorities, who after an initial meeting send them away to fend for themselves for months on end.
