Not for us the sweeping avenues of Paris or Berlin, those capacious boulevards, roomy enough to accommodate cafes with outdoor tables covered in cheery red and white tablecloths, seducing the weary flaneur to rest over a coffee while nibbling a Madeleine. An excellent way to watch the world go by or at least a convoy of tractors tearing up the Champs de Elysee. They were designed to be strolled along by those with time and the inclination for that sort of thing. However, the recent Great... Read this story
