Streets Of Paris Poem by David Wood

Oh, how I long to visit Paris again
In the summer, or even spring.
I even proposed to my late wife
Strolling along the Champs-Elysées,
It is the most romantic of cities.

But which Bank? It's like picking
A favourite bottle of wine - tough!
Walk along the Left Bank and
The Latin quarter where there is
Jazz, writers and artists.

Or the Right bank of the Marais
And Montmartre neighbourhoods.
The visit the Louvre and smile with
Mona Lisa, if you can get through
The crowds.

I miss sitting outside a pavement
Cafe, Le Peloton Cafe on the Right
Bank or Aux Cerise on the Left, if
They are still open and not been
A casualty of the pandemic.

Alas, we are all held to ransom by
This infernal pandemic, but keep
Dreaming, and one day it will happen.