Paris on foot.
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| Title: | Paris on foot. |
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| Authors: | David McAninch The New York Times |
| Source: | Toronto Star (Canada). 11/10/2018. |
| Abstract: | Not long ago, I spent a week walking around Paris. Before you yawn jadedly, let me clarify: I walked all the way around Paris. I began each day by donning a pair of beat-up Sauconys, consuming a prodigious breakfast at my hotel near the Porte Dorée, tucking a notebook and pen into my pocket, and proceeding on foot in a counterclockwise direction along the perimeter of the oval-shaped metropolis. I did not visit the Latin Quarter, the Marais or Montparnasse. I skipped the Louvre, the Musée d'Orsay and the Eiffel Tower. I neglected to slurp oysters at Le Procope, eat ice cream at Berthillon, or stroll along the banks of the Seine - although I crossed the oxbowed river several times along unfamous bridges. In all, I notched some 55 kilometres (resuming my journey each morning by taking the Métro roughly to where I'd left off the previous day), a trek that included centrifugal excursions into the collar suburbs and occasional dips into the outer precincts of the city proper. [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER] |
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| Abstract: | Not long ago, I spent a week walking around Paris. Before you yawn jadedly, let me clarify: I walked all the way around Paris. I began each day by donning a pair of beat-up Sauconys, consuming a prodigious breakfast at my hotel near the Porte Dorée, tucking a notebook and pen into my pocket, and proceeding on foot in a counterclockwise direction along the perimeter of the oval-shaped metropolis. I did not visit the Latin Quarter, the Marais or Montparnasse. I skipped the Louvre, the Musée d'Orsay and the Eiffel Tower. I neglected to slurp oysters at Le Procope, eat ice cream at Berthillon, or stroll along the banks of the Seine - although I crossed the oxbowed river several times along unfamous bridges. In all, I notched some 55 kilometres (resuming my journey each morning by taking the Métro roughly to where I'd left off the previous day), a trek that included centrifugal excursions into the collar suburbs and occasional dips into the outer precincts of the city proper. [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER] |
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