involved in a love affair with a rampant spring.

where pilgrims of centuries gone by gathered in the north
for the traverse of the city-

early crypt remnants
tombs of Kings Queens princesses.


I was a tourist
but as I took the Rue St Jacques, climbing beyond the Sorbonne
it was as if I was already moving into a different world
where centuries merged.

I greeted St Jacques
and it was as if I had turned my gaze backwards
with the throng of past pilgrims
to farewell the city.

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