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Where the Sidewalk Ends

“There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Paris France
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Le Panier Marseille
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.”
― Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends

Le Panier Marseille

Provence France

Cassis France

Cassis France

Rousillon France

Paris Montmartre

Le Panier Marseille

Le Panier Marseille

 Provence France

Provence France

Paris France Le Marais

Paris FranceParis France

Paris France Cafe life

Photos all taken in France, Spring 2013.

21 comments

  1. Simply lovely, Nicole. Strangely, this reminds me that when we first moving to Vietnam and Sara arrived ahead of me, she called home, insisting–“They have NO respect for the sidewalk here.” Long story–but they so often just drive on them to bypass traffic.

    Hugs from Ecuador,
    Kathy

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