It's a perfectly fine footpath

She walks past the parked cars. The blue backpack curves to the shape of her back. Her left side slightly leans to the left with the weight of her cooler bag. She plants each foot as she walks. Parked Car after car she limps past. There is a perfectly fine footpath, yet she walks on the road. Cars speed past her walking on the road. Well maybe they slow a little as they see her.