Montmartre,
at a park bench in the garden,
with mating pigeons cooing round my feet,
the yellow Spring sun trickling down like honey
and the bells of the Eglise Saint Jean de Montmartre
clanging out over the calls of children playing and drowning out
the quiet voices of lovers having their photos taken
beside the Je t'aime Wall which tells them
in two hundred and fifty languages
that which they most want to hear
"I love you, I love you, I love you"
in words as constant and clear
as the warm sun shining,
the pigeons cooing,
children laughing
and the bells of
Montmartre
ringing,
ringing,
ringing
Turn the Volume up….
Timeless.
Yeah, there’s just no place like somewhere else.