A Bar In St Malo

Sitting warmed and lulled
By rolling wafts of café noir and Gitanes plumes
Buoyed by bitter chocolate, acoustic greats
And undulating ‘French Bonheur’.

I smile in the swirls of tastes and sounds and smells
As une vieille dame from yesteryear watches me still
From her yellowing picture frame
On the wall.

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