Narrow village paths, lined with archaic facades and vibrant bouquets adorned the medieval walls straddled the river meandering through the picturesque town. Cobble stone streets, castles and cathedrals connected by passageways plunged one into the tales of ones childhood. I stood in a silent reverie; flamboyant characters such as Molière and D’Artagnan suddenly come to life.
It was late evening; the golden glow of lamps illuminated the archaic renaissance buildings. The stillness of the night was profound, like the smell of winter rainfall, lingering in the air.
I gazed out towards the magnificent cast iron bridge spanning the great breadth of the river. The streetlights emanated a warm light, reflected in the flowing river. The whirling wind danced around me, intermingled with the gentle sound of running water.distant lamps I looked out yonder towards the old city, enchanted by the soft glow It seemed the bridge was a gateway between the past and present. For long moments I stared out from under the embrace of this magnificent structure. My thoughts were entranced and calmed by the golden glow upon mysterious waters.
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