It is our custom to think in the open air, walking, leaping, climbing, or dancing on lonesome mountains by preference, or close to the sea, where even the paths become thoughtful. – Friedrich Nietzsche

Walks. The body advances, while the mind flutters around it like a bird. – Jules Renard

To people in a blustering dust churning automobile I always present my austere face. – Robert Walser

The flaneuse . . . she may be a writer, she may be an au pair. She may be unemployed. She may be unemployable. She may be a wife, a mother, or she may be totally free. She may take the bus or the train. But mostly, she goes on foot. – Lauren Elkin

I know what’s on your mind. I’ve felt it myself. You stop in front of the monuments and palaces and everything else seems like a hum . . . a background noise. – Giulianna Morandini

I long for the freedom to go out alone: to go, to come, to sit on a bench in the Jardin des Tuileries, and especially to go to the Luxembourg . . . – Marie Bashkirtseff

Erik Satie moved to a cheap industrial suburb of Paris, where he would spend the rest of his life, even

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