In Europe we walk; to the biweekly produce market, to the neighborhood bus stop, to the Sunday afternoon torte and coffee venue. Walking is elevated from a low impact form of cholesterol reducing exercise to a social and practical railway through life. My grandmother traversed intersecting buses and uneven planks of streets into her mid nineties. [...]
After the familiar anonymity of Charles de Gaulle; the subtle streaming smells of humanity and the omnipresent waiting. Waiting for the customs processing, waiting for the 4 Euro French Press Starbucks, waiting for the toilette and wondering how the line will order itself this time. Finding the mid-walkway business pod encased in ecru faux leather [...]
Above all I believe in Love. "Click, clack, click, clack" speak the red heeled cowboy boots emanating from the center of the cross walk, 30 seconds prior to the light changing to give pedestrians the right to walk. The woman inside these boots is starkly beautiful with her pale and perfect skin, finely manicured red lips [...]