Docked at Honfleur (A Halfway Point)

The walks are interesting; I’ve liked each scene.
The food is various and sleep’s okay.
I’m loving the departure from routine –
I spend time otherwise, and every day
has different irks and merits to convey.
The weather is remarkably like home;
the water colors match my sea and bay.
So far I am content to drift and roam.

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