Along the Water In Marseille

A charming town, with bobbing boats And restaurants or small cafes, Finds us all bundled in our coats On this, the gloomiest of days. The rain, though, takes a little break; The Ferris wheel goes 'round and 'round. At booths with crafts that people make We see what items can be found. A market filled with fish for sale Attracts us with its fresh array Of creatures stretched from teeth to tail, A strange and glistening display. The locals mingle, doing chores, With tourists taking in the scene As traffic flows and all the stores Compete as customers convene. I'd hoped for sun, but I'll admit That clouds and raindrops couldn't dent The dazzle of Marseille, for it Has charm you couldn't circumvent.