Strange word, admittedly, but one of my favorites. The context (from Wikipedia:

Flâneur in English is via French from the Old Norse verb flana “to wander with no purpose”.

Nineteeth century poet Baudlaire described a flâneur this way:

The crowd is his element, as the air is that of birds and water of fishes. His passion and his profession are to become one flesh with the crowd. 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—impartial natures which the tongue can but clumsily define. The spectator is a prince who everywhere rejoices in his incognito.

This precisely captures the essence of what I seek in urban skating. To take in the city; to see new sights and people and events. To glide and float among and between, but then to speed off when the urge arises. To make a playground of my surroundings.