A day in town

Living it

The morning belongs to foot traffic. Coffee at the corner shop, then the Saturday market where the produce smells like dirt and sunlight. Walking beats driving because parking is a hassle and the streets are designed for strolling anyway. Lunch is a bistro on the square where the waiter knows regulars. Afternoon brings a museum, or a historic home tour, or the riverwalk where the light hits the water just right. Shopping happens in boutiques that can't survive online — the kind where the owner hand-writes the receipt and slips you a discount card. Dinner is early enough to beat the rush, late enough that the evening hasn't started yet. The car stays parked in the garage, unused except for the grocery run on Monday.