En France 81

 

Stargazer lies on her favoured berth, before the Gare Maritime. Her ensign wafts languidly, stirred by the lightest of zephyrs.

The waters, of Cherbourg harbour are glassy still.

A strong autumn sun burns low in the sky.

Bowling long shadows along skittle-alley streets.

Creating tranquil pools of warmth, in which to linger.

As fountains play, in the square.