Car exhaust wafts
as I squint at the golden ramparts,
14th century fortress no more.
Smooth plane trees tunnel over Rue de la Ré,
Early morning shopkeepers sweeping cares away.
Cafe drinks, silverware clinks,
Squeals from urban schoolyards,
Echo in the cobblestoned alleys.
Water under the bridge,
On y danse.
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