The weekly grocery shop cannot be considered a chore. When the trip is made on a silent solar-electric water bus. Whose route lies between the twin towers, of Saint Nicolas and La Chaine.
In town, white stone glows in the afternoon heat. A high tide laps the apex of the bridge. Pantiled roofs glow red hot.
The leading lights, for shipping following the channel, share space with a tall terraced waterfront facade. In this most nautical of cities.
Through the great gate arch, the temperature drops, in the shadow of the mediaeval masonry. Cyclists hurtle, hither and thither. Tourists loiter and stroll.
Arcaded streets cast a shade, so deliciously cool that, to enter its embrace, is like a draught from an alpine spring.
The cloisters conceal all manner of designer boutiques. And, incongruously, in prime position, at the city gates, a Monoprix supermarket. Famous for its affordable foodstuffs.
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