But the Canadian woman was already walking down the incline, determined to continue along the very bank of the Seine.
This is madness, I thought. It’s also dangerous, in every sense.
But they loved it, the Germans and the Canadian. I keep my eyes on my feet, avoiding at least the danger of potholes.
“It’s not dangerous,” claimed one of the Germans. “I jog here everyday. The Tuilleries, that’s dangerous.”
The best moment was the postal boxes for people who live on boats. Address: Bassin de la Seine.