One of my favorite parts of the workday is the commute à pied. In fact, foot-travelin's been the highlight of our stay here. Walking, one takes in the details of life: the bright blooming forsythia, the crows combing the field, the old woman having coffee at her window above the train tracks, the endless piles of dogshit sur le trottoir (y'always gotta keep an eye out), and of course, the cadence of the breath.
This is my daily walk to school.
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| Fun fact: you can find kitty curtains on any given block in France. |
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