Just before I visited Paris, the New York Review of Books published an article that began: "The flaneur was a familiar figure in nineteenth-century Paris: a solitary, quasi-artistic man (though not always) who strolled the streets like an urban epicure. A psychogeographer perhaps, avant la lettre." Wandering a city is almost always romantic, but especially in one historically and culturally famous for it. Beyond strolling, I partook in the bread and visited museums, especially sculptural – Rodin, Brançusi, Bourdelle.