(Others in this series from Paris, here) “The solitary and thoughtful stroller finds a singular intoxication in this universal communion. The man who loves to lose himself in a crowd enjoys feverish delights that the egoist locked up in himself as in a box, and the slothful man like a mollusk in his shell, will […]
…continued from here. In large part, what makes Paris Paris, and keeps it what it is, are the Parisians, the people of Paris. I met a few really nice ones, and spotted a few interesting ones… …like these two little boys, play-dancing on a busy street in Montmartre, oblivious to the bustle around them… br /> …or Monsieur […]
The Flaneurbanite’s fallen in love. With Paris. It happened almost at first sight – just like in the movies. Four days of a whirlwind romance later, she’s back in London and pining away. It had to happen, it was meant to be – a flaneuse is bound to fall in love with the city where […]
(continued from here) …and as fleeting as the breeze on Pondicherry’s seaside promenade, the flaneur passes, leaving no trace, but bringing back a few snippets, just a day’s walk’s worth.