A bag of dates.

Gare du Nord is the chaotic, colourful, beating, shouting, smiling, hawking, begging, singing heart of Paris.
Vegetarian Biryani lunch in the sun, with a frosty Kingfisher.
... A jostling wander through the rich insanity of the La Chapelle markets.
2 euros for a Kilo of dates.
...
A return to home,
and the afternoon waft of piano practice from across the lane,
dancing between the stones, across metal rooves.
...
Night echos of chat and laughter.
Dull, ruddy amber glow out the window through the starless night.
Georges' bright white eyes, friendly, staring back across the rooftops.