“I have loved making my way, imperfectly, around a foreign city on my own.  I have loved walking endlessly and getting lost and arriving at the museum or restaurant or store I wanted to go to just as it was closing.  Missing the point of my excursion has forced me, on so many occasions, to find the secondary smaller points: the old woman sweeping out her front yard and putting water out for the cats, the baker cleaning out his ovens for the afternoon, the two kids refilling their shoe shine boxes with polish and clean rags—all of these small moments found only by wandering down a side street behind…