My Favorite Part
The walking tours are lovely
On the streets of cobblestone,
With monuments and little shops
And gardens we’ve been shown.
The people we have met are cool;
It’s fun to socialize
And learn how different we all are,
Which comes as no surprise.
The food, more than I’m used to,
Varies with each sit-down meal,
With many dishes offered,
All with some unique appeal.
But still, my favorite part must be
Just sitting on the chairs
Of the balcony outside our room,
As if I had no cares.
The river churns, the swans glide by,
The scenery rolls past,
More special since I’m well aware
How short this trip will last.
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