One of the best things about walking is the level of detail you get to experience–naturally, you can see a more intimate view of the world on two feet at 4mph than you can in a metal cage at 35 or 60 mph.
Both my walking companion and I had been down Cabanne Place, the architecturally unusual, formerly private street in the West End before. But not until we actually walked down it did we notice that large parts of the street have stone sidewalks.
As in, giant square gray blocks of stone, some of them pristinely intact after all the years, and others cracked and made wonderfully stripey by years of weathering. Neither of us had seen anything like this before. Neither of us would have seen it if we hadn’t chosen to get out and walk.
[Cred where cred is due: The photo was Doug D‘s idea.]