in a steam of unmitigated
French..........Strings of
unnaturally thin multicolored candles,
the first bite into the ice cream cone.....bandanas imprinted with
cacti and cowboy boots,
the first kiss.........
.......turquoise encrusted silver bracelets
salad nicoise.......hung in the shop windows.
vanilla expresso ripple.......
butter pecan.............It was summer, and the narrow main street
the smell of hops and honey............that ran thru the center of
this former mining town
like an old minuet....was crowded with
tourists in shorts or sleeveless dresses.
coquilles de saumon aux crevettes......Cote de Nuits.........
the smell of green grass.......
galettes de pomme de terre.......
sauvignon blanc.......... warm stones by the river...
Chateau Margaux.............
a red front door..............
under the arbor..............
pate chaud de poularde............
waiting for barbequed chicken sandwiches.........
gruyere cheese.........
under the arbor.................
go home and make love..............
for as long as I could remember.............
yes its worth the long long trip........
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