We arrive in Nice, take tram number two.
Homeless until four o’clock-we get the keys-
now to find the damn place; I don’t think
I can walk much further-carry me please.
We trudge on, hoping the next corner
will be the last before we find the place.
We reach the street-find number forty eight;
enter the gate, one floor up-yahoo!
A bed never looked so good;
next move is to get some food.
Tea and baguette-lots of tasty jam,
makes me feel human again, alive.
This place is home for a while-what more
could I ask for? A comfy bed, and great
company is greatly enhanced by ‘les environs’.
France, and all things French, warms my heart.
Liberty, egality fraternity -the right to protest, have
job security and feel valued is lost in post Brexit Britain.