Paris walk idle, muted.
Paris is unusually consistent at street level, and that is the point of walking it. The buildings hold the same height for kilometres, the pavements stay wide, and the interest comes from what people are doing on them: the tables that colonise the kerb, the queue outside a bakery, the way a boulevard empties and refills with the light. These walks stay on foot and on the pavement, without commentary, so the rhythm is the city’s rather than an edit’s.