The Spirit of Art Deco


This city is haunted by music, by art.
Time stands still in its corners.
Yellow leaves lie in piles all along its streets.
The spirit of art deco is all around this city.
Sticking to its walls, to its buildings.
Horse drawn carriages clip clap along the streets.
Silver platters make their way up and down tables.
There's coffee at all hours in this city.
A quartet is playing.
A couple waltzes.
The third man walks by and disappears in the crowd.

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