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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 152
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after success came, walking several miles each day to play at the cabarets and back home every night with a hammer in his pocket, meant for protection. – Minnesota Public Radio A shoe has more to offer than just to walk. – Christian Louboutin To saunter is a science. To saunter is to live. – Honoré de Balzac The promenade is a special subset of walking. – Rebecca Solnit That heavy springy step, with a kind of careless emphasis, not especially noisy, yet not caring what noise it made, belonged to only one of the animals of this earth. It was a gentleman of Western Europe – and probably one who had never worked for his living. – G. K. Chesterton A rainbow before me fills me with the greatest confidence. What a sign it is – over and in front of him who walks. – Werner Herzog The long poem of walking . . . – Michel de Certeau ‘Sehnsucht’ – the passion for what is ever beyond. – Robert Louis Stevenson 153

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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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