You have to have
Gone. Been. Seen. Known. Visited.
These visitors are already past tenses.
Yet observing that you are a tourist.
The commute of a city is a flavour. Something new or familiar. Sharp oily taste or heady overwhelming aroma. Each to their own path - your home is the feeling you give to it.
Def: Movement, literally 'Removal'.
Places of endless reshuffling from place to place, but also where standing still removes you from the chaos, and you watch.
A rock in the flow. Pier into the tide.
...and here you are as that rock. Do you stay. Think. Watch?
or will the passers remind you that your time still is passing - rouse you to new tarmacs? You can never sit that same bench twice, for you have changed between times.
Where Paris ends and begins again. Human refuelling ports of shining brass, red signs and tiled floors. Here all the states of Paris being are one; condensed. Comme un café.