Budgie Perruche

Budgie Perruche

Flânuer by nature, classic men fashion enthusiast, and a flower lover.

I was born in Poland not long before the fall of the Communist government. I currently live in Paris, France. Before that, I was based on the Côte d’Azur, and prior to that, in Haifa—one of my favorite cities, full of hidden gems that are easy to miss on a short visit.

I have also spent a few years living in the suburbs of Paris (before returning here a year ago) and have briefly stayed in other cities around the world.

Here, I plan to write mainly about exploring the concept of flânerie—the historical and social changes that have shaped the way we experience cities and, more importantly, the act of strolling through them. I will also share some of my own flâneries. Additionally, I will write about Art Nouveau, as well as art and architecture in general.

Please note that I am not a native English speaker and not a writer by training, but I welcome any suggestions and corrections.

Latest Articles

Flâneur’s cities – what makes a city suitable for flânerie?
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Flâneur’s cities – what makes a city suitable for flânerie?

The streets are narrow: “a maze of passages and streets which blur into each other and only become distinct near the quays of wood and lime.” The pavement is awful, leaving you having to negotiate puddles and mud: “Mud up to the ankles, sheets of water on the pavements poorly protected by asphalt.” In the evening the streets are badly lit and there is hardly anything to see and to do—Daniel Acke

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The Art of Flânerie
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The Art of Flânerie

Never have I thought or experienced, been more myself than when walking alone. There is something about walking which animates and enlivens my ideas; when immobile I am hardly capable of thought, to set my mind in motion I must first get my body moving. Country views, a succession of pleasant prospects, good air, the good appetite and good health that I gain by walking, the ease of the outdoor cabaret, far away from everything which makes me feel my dependence—Jean-Jacques Rousseau

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