The doves coo and cuddle on the rustic rail of my balcon. If I were in a cruise ship, I wouldn’t see that.
The patisserie down the street smelled like almonds and cafe this morning and I couldn’t decide on the citron ou the pomme tarte, so bien sur, I took both. on a cruise ship, I wouldn’t do that.
The palm trees rustle over the buzz of the motorcyclettes and I hear the children’s singing and laughter and une femme calls to her mari.
Those are the sights and smells and sightings that make this experience so unforgettable and vibrant. And here, as I sit on my balcon I overlook the cruise ship – one of many- going by. And that, is just fine with me.