I’ve been a flâneuse all my life. That’s the female equivalent of flâneur – a stroller, a saunterer, one who “wanders with no purpose,” according to the word’s origins.
The flâneuse loves nothing more than a boulevard where she can roam and observe the passing crowd, where she can peer into shop windows, unhurried, resting occasionally at a well-placed café to continue the observation with a coffee or an aperitif.
Window shopping is a pastime loved by the flâneuse, because it’s something that can be done on a whim, according to mood, and even when shops are closed. It involves no commitment. As
