Passage B: Loneliness always feels bad, but solitude often feels good, and if there is a little of one in __(29) _, the balance can be its own source of sustenance. That's something Stephanie Rosenbloom __(30) in her evocative, observant new book, Alone Time: Four Seasons, Four Cities, and the Pleasures of Solitude, which was published in June and is really about being alone — though that is, after all, much of what living alone means. Rosenbloom, a New York Times travel columnist, recounts her experiences as a solo wanderer in Paris, Istanbul, Florence and her hometown of New York City, capturing the joy of making a plan and having the freedom not to stick to it. She also tackles the great bugaboo of so many people: eating alone in public. In her view, it's an invitation to __(31) _ all that's before you, whether that's food or a street view or both. She also notes that for women, eating alone is a fairly recent hard-won right (and is still unacceptable in certain cultures), so they should flex it. Rosenbloom recounts snooty joints that were disappointing and modest __(32) _ that brought delight, and she doesn't scoff at McDonald's: "You can learn a thing or two about a city by observing the goings-on there." When she turns up at the one on the Champs-Elysées, she notices the invitation — SAVOUREZ — printed on her Filet-O-Fish container. "And I did." 29.