I can take pleasure in the walking, imagine myself easily as a Flaneur, either when window shopping, museum browsing, or in the park, beside the ducks on settled water.
Absentmindedly I forgot to observe the bicycles, or the traffic-lights. My momentary imperious privilege was to wander freely, with good posture and deportment; yes always in the finest shoes.
Yet also in the city I am able to fine-tune my movement; I nip, and tuck, and skip with the certainty of a mind and body, synchronised by the good food, the fresh air, and the most healthy outlook.
