A Place En Provence Poem by Sam Betts
A Place En Provence
In the hills above St Tropez, nestles a little gem call La Garde Frienet.
Across from the church you ought to know is another little jewel called La Abrichoo.
There's a room of dancing shadows you'll see from the street, where gentle folk go to mingle and meet.
Please call in share a wine say hello and rest a short while before you go.
Monday, April 24, 2023
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