Pretty woman

“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.” Ernest Hemingway

Yes, I lived in Paris as a young man and yes, it was indeed a moveable feast!

Since in those days I was chronically impecunious, the cheapest kind of entertainment I could afford was to sit at a sidewalk café and splurge on a cup of coffee.
Then, like a student of natural history I observed and catalogued the passing fauna.
That’s where I cut my teeth on the delicate pleasure of people watching. For you don’t sit at a sidewalk café for a silly cup of java. You sit there to check out the girls (or the guys, if you are so inclined) with the faint hope of a fortuitous romance.

Humans come in all kind of shapes, sizes and color. But some shapes are more conspicuous than some others. And some lucky women have it. They attract glances like honey attracts bears

nicebuttBecause there is something special about the way some women walk.
Some (wearing “utilitarian” shoes) walk without any particular grace, but some (particularly those with a thin waist and a round bottom) seem to move like models on a runway.
They seem to have this incredible bearing and this subtle balancing of the hips that mere mortals don’t have.
What does it? The high heels, the shapely buns, the smooth gait?
Non lo so!

I don’t know if this walk comes naturally or if it is an acquired skill, but this special stride is pure gold.
If I were a woman looking for Mister Right I would definitely invest in a few catwalk lessons, for there is a pot of gold at the end of that walkway.

Make my day, said Dirty Larry a few decades ago.
When I see such a woman, like an elegant sloop sailing by, she indeed makes my day, everybody’s day.

And the best view is when she walks away… when you appreciate to the fullest the hypnotic effect and the perfect synchronization of hips and buns in motion.

Have mercy on me for I am an inveterate sinner…

Alain