What can be nicer than having a stroll, in the middle of the day, in the middle of the week, with no pressure of having to check the time.  You go down the small side streets, not caring where your feet are taking you, just savouring the looks of the trees and the leafs and the houses you know you won’t afford for the next 10 years at least.  Gazing at the people passing can be quite fun too, colourful people, serious people, important people,  people in suits or tracksuits, people enjoying coffees, people checking their Ipads, people buying flowers, people carrying Tesco bags or Chanel bags, people watching you watch them.  Everything buzzing, everything humming, everything moving. Fruits falling the trees, squirrels running around, overcrowded buses – so good not being on one of them. Doesn’t even matter you don’t know the name of the street. Or how exactly to get back home. What matters is that for a few hours you said ‘in your face’ to obsessing over social media, marketing strategies, page rankings, SEO, layouts, payments to be done, accounts, calculations, laundry, taking the rubbish out, making that phone call, future or past.

Though it’s funny to realise what a guilty pleasure, what a hedonistic treat having a stroll in the middle of the day, in the middle of the week, has become. And after having discovered this site, though nice, I know that I don’t need to give any advice to any future me, I already know the basic things.

 

 

 

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