Seeing and Feeling
The patchy cobblestone winds through souvenirs, gelato, warm bread, and corked bottles of sophistication.
Deep in the emerald green forest of vines, bursting with clusters of succulent, juicy, green and purple grapes, the desperate and joyful people gathering Pinot noir, Chardonnay and Pinot Meunier. These fathers, mothers, and children taste grand.
The locks of passion and desperation clung to the metal rungs of the bridge awaiting the day they would be stripped of their purpose.
Like a kid in a candy store, she lingered outside the store of bright pinks, blues, yellows and greens. If only she had money to purchase those sparkling, stars-at-night, metallic silver stilettos.
The dainty, blue walls were framed in gold. Every doorway I walked through was more fabulous than the next. Statues and fantastical chandeliers could be seen in every room. I could definitely live here.
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