Arrondissement Poems - Poems about Arrondissement

...An empty packet of Gauloises, black coffee, a croque monsieur. An aromatic café breakfast in the Montmartre. Later I switch to Camels, a bumpy ride to seek out a friend in the sixth arrondiss......

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...It's the weekend (Friday night). Lisa and I are hangin’, music’s playing, and we’re rummaging through my suitcase, for an outfit option, for me, tonight. Call it cliché, but we like going out - and g......

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...it’s 2 am in paris and we have locked arms as we walk-run down the rue des rosiers. the soles of our shoes smack against the eight hundred year old cobblestone. we hurry to an unknown de......

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...Early days as a flaneur; I recall the couple On the Metro When I was still innocent Of its labyrinthine complexities; Slim pretty white girl, Clad head to toe In new blue denim, Wistfully......

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