Walking by the canal beats any walk in the park. It's a beautiful, green, refreshing, quiet and sometimes swampy experience. I abandon my feelings of anxiety, stress and restlessness when I stroll along the canal path, this habitat where cyclists and pedestrians coexist peacefully, where the squirrels chase the ducks and the foxes hide from the prostitutes. I love how you can walk for minutes or hours, depending on your own pace, and marvel at the whispering trees, the leafy nooks and crannies, the waterlilies, the occasional dog happily jumping into the water against his leash's will, the snoring barges and the quaint coffee shops you'll bump into along the way. You know, if it wasn't for the mold I would love to live in a boathouse.