Far Less Mad Than Rome
by cricketjeff on November 20, 2015. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
Museums enclosing magic, and that bloody awful tower,
You want to dine by Moonlight but there’s bound to be a shower.
With beautiful cathedrals and a bridge for every heart –
And cafés where love stories always start.
Some waiters are the rudest that you’re ever going to meet
But food you’d feed an angel can be found on any street.
The traffic is appalling but the roads are wide and straight
And every time you meet a girl she’s late.
Ten thousand different coffees but no chance of builders’ tea,
There are rows of shops of cheeses so nowhere is odour free,
There are scores of well dressed ladies, there are ladies of the night
And maybe one or two who’ll treat you right.
After dark the city changes from a bustle to a crawl,
While the smoke from diners’ Gauloises can be solid as a wall.
On the Metro all is quiet on the streets unending noise,
At Les Folies there are “continental” joys.
For a Londoner in Paris there is much that feels like home;
All the theatres, bars and bookshops, and it’s far less mad than Rome.
It will never be my city but it’s where we English play,
Always crazy, but I love it anyway.
Author notes
Loud, Smelly, Over-deigned, Pretentious, Friendly, Exciting, Elegant, French or
in one word
Paris, a city that has always known how to live,
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