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Paris
is a compact city, worth a good walk, just as your feet tire, your soul gasps.
It is easy enough to get lost in Paris but, like in Venice, it's a benediction.
Even in the boulevardier Paris from architect baron Haussmann, since his passion
for vista gives rise to a great quantity of extremely-sharp-angles street
corners, which can make you feel lost like a mouse in a mosaic of slabs of
cheese, but can also hide small shifts of direction in the pattern of a walk,
leading you off course. Tall old houses in narrow ancient streets clutter and
lean in on each other like drinkers over-filling a bar, not quite all falling
over. Once your eye has acquired the habit, there is plenty to notice: the
grills round the trees, the stray café chairs that block all but the narrowest
passageway. The indentations marked with pictograms to encourage dog-owners to
get their dogs to their doggy business in special reserves in the gutter. The
rolls of old carpet used to divert the morning rivers that flow down these
gutters. And as for the gutters themselves, they are frequent, alarmingly gaping
mouths of drain-holes, which can be visited: the sewers of Paris are a popular
tourist attraction.
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