A Day in Paris

PROSE:

Cars and mopeds beep their horns as they zoom through the tiny streets of Paris. Tourists are on every corner, looking amazed by the tall buildings and dainty lights. Policeman with flat hats on the top of their head make their way up and down the sidewalk, talking to each other in French. I go into one of the many antique book shops and browse the collection of books. Red and brown hard cover books line the walls; the smell of old pages fills the air. As I leave I wave to the vendor, “bonne journée!” I take the metro to Pont Neuf, interested in making deals with the vendors in the park. I hear pigeons and people all around me are laughing and talking. I go up to a vendor selling a multitude of random objects. A mini traffic cone, a teddy bear, blue rings, and, more relevant, an English-to-French dictionary. The vendor looks impatient as he sits in his chair and plays with a yoyo. I offer him five Euros for the teddy bear, golden with a button nose and brown eyes. As I suspected, he would raise the price. “Eight Euro or no deal,” the vendor said in a deep French accent. I smile, “perfect.” And walk off with my new bear. On the way back to my flat I take a moment to enjoy the sky. Shades of pink and purples swirled together, combining with the warm summer air and making the night perfect. I open the door to my flat, pleased with the beautiful day. “Bonne nuit, Paris.”

POETRY:

Cars and mopeds beep their horns
 as they zoom through the tiny streets of Paris.

Tourists are on every corner,
looking amazed by the tall buildings and dainty lights. 

Policeman, with flat hats on the top of their head,
 make their way up and down the sidewalk,
 talking to each other in French.

 I stroll into one of the many antique book shops
 and I browse the collection of books.

Red and brown hard cover books line the walls;
the smell of old pages fills the air.
As I leave I wave to the vendor, “bonne journée!”

I take the metro to Pont Neuf,
interested in making deals with the vendors in the park.
 I hear pigeons,
 and people all around me are laughing and talking.
 I go up to a vendor selling a multitude of random objects.
A mini traffic cone, a teddy bear, blue rings,
and, more relevant, an English-to-French dictionary.

 The vendor looks grumpy and impatient,
he sits in his chair and plays with a yoyo.
I offer him five Euros for the teddy bear,
golden with a button nose and brown eyes.
As I suspected, he would raise the price.
 “Eight Euro or no deal,” the vendor said in a deep French accent.
I smile, “perfect.” And walk off with my new bear.
 

On the way back to my flat I take a moment to enjoy the sky.
 Shades of pink and purples swirled together,
combining with the warm summer air and making the night perfect.
 I open the door to my flat, pleased with the beautiful day.
 “Bonne nuit, Paris.”