this city is for walking and yes
we are crammed down narrow streets
leather bags and silk scarves hang in import
export emporiums vying for attention next
metal hooks for cured meats and bejewelled trinkets
we pass through gated alleys into hidden courtyards
that dwell in cigarette smoke blended with ground
coffee and exotic aromas from the four corners
where North Africa meets Far East and promises
lovers will meet their lovers under moonlight
the police sirens will chant a constant on y va!
a hurry up come here let’s go clamorous call
climbing twisting stairs to lowly rooms we lean
on a balcony and I smell your hair but don’t know
your name nor you mine which makes us equals
in this city which is a souk or a caravanserai
your eyes more dark mystery than a fortune teller
I can’t help but lose myself in this story
a humble poet with nothing better to do than
fill the pages of notebooks with his dreams
Lots of inspiration to be found on the streets of Paris?
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definitely . . . and surprisingly clean too. Paris delivered and didn’t disappoint 🙂
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Good to hear. I was there many moons ago and found it quite dirty – they must have cleaned up their act.
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still a lot of graffiti though which is a shame as most of it is ugly and has zero artistic value.
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I think is was the season too – still cold and gray. We got lost in some back alleys the first morning -not the best first impression.
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beware the first impression 😉
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Ah, yes!
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