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First Evening in Paris
Now, the City of Light's twilight/dusk/night enfolds our hotel, Just across the street from the myriad-peopled Tuileries, In whose gravel-pathed, chestnut-tree expanses we stroll peacefully.
Within a kaleidoscopic focusing of astonished eye blinks, We enter the enormous, obelisk-adorned Place de la Concorde, Then linger atop its bridge, breathing in, deeply, the serene Seine,
Before walking along Rue Royale, past Maxim's, to the Madeleine, But not without pausing, embracing, gazing at the Eiffel Tower, Whose sweeping beacon and gold-glowing reaches transfix us.
Soon, ten o'clock dinner flows, seductively, into Sunday a.m., Sleep's tranquil waters buoying our weary bodies. Tingling, we lie in silence fantasy-sequined with Parisian dreams.
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