We faced the scene on bar stools,

Talking to Toulouse from the sky.

Red roofs reflecting

Honey-coloured clouds

Till the city glowed Aperol

La Ville Rose

Summer’s syrupy delight

Stacked and woven

In streets and tiles

No matter the hour

Passers by move slow as amber

And black cars slide like cobras;

3pm from this height

Stretches for an impossible duration

On Ma Biche Sur le Toit

If you time it right.

- Theodora Young

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