Good morning!
It’s Wednesday, and our journey along the time-space continuum of paths and pathways has led us here. We’re standing on the rue Didot bridge overlooking remnants of a 32-kilometer railway constructed in the 1850s and 60s to encircle Paris—hence its name, “la petite ceinture,” or the little belt.
Passenger traffic along this line ended in 1934. Freight traffic kept chugging until the 1970s before it, too, went kaput and the line fell into disuse. But starting in the early 2000s, portions of the ceinture have been tidied up and reopened as peaceful places for people to walk, sit, and collect their thoughts—with or without their canine companions.
“There is a charm in Solitude that cheers
A feeling that the world knows nothing of
A green delight the wounded mind endears
After the hustling world is broken off...”—John Clare
Onwards we go,
Clara
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