Paris - Reminiscing

in the park

of a typical Parisian square

in the spring - where

the entrance to the 'metro' at

'Sevre - Babylone' waits to take you,

into the city - as

young children play

and mothers watch-over

and all life is there - amongst

the typical 'hubbub'

of a city and...

and I am taken back - it

is fifty years ago

and I am taken back to this address.

To '8 Rue de Babylon' - Enter

through a door

into the small courtyard beyond,

past a small shuttered window - nip

past the concierges apartment,

up the many flights of stairs

to a small dusty flat - with

enough space for young lovers

there's a little window to enjoy 

a view of the city - (and

the  'Le Bon Marche'

where 'Beaujolais nouveau'

was two francs a bottle) - and

a boulangerie,

every morning; for breakfast,

fresh croissants and bread - and

now, here I sit

looking up at that building

where paper planes once spiralled - from

the little window high above me,

floating on the breeze,

landing by the very same spot - where,

with my wife

I now sit and I start...

   reminiscing