[T]he freeway experience, [...] is the only secular communion Los Angeles has. Mere driving on the freeway is in no way the same as participating in it. Anyone can “drive” on the freeway,[...], hesitating here and resisting there, [...], thinking about where they came from and where they are going. Actual participants think only about where they are. [...]

For the perfect flâneur, for the passionate spectator, it is an immense joy to set up house in the heart of the multitude, amid the ebb and flow of movement, in the midst of the fugitive and the infinite. To be away from home and yet to feel oneself everywhere at home; to see the world, to be at the centre of the world, and yet to remain hidden from the world [...].

I don't have a Seine river like Monet. I've just got the US 66 between Oklohoma and Los Angeles.