I was hungry when we started
my feet tired and swollen.
we climbed up the hill to a street filled with
restaurants, the crowds pushed us
down the hill towards empty streets, the dark
faces of the buildings gazed at us hungrily
as we walked.
my companion, ever the optimist, believed
we would find food: I had lost hope
only hoping to buy food en route
better yet to buy a bottle of red en route,
to put my feet up and rest.
full circle, we finally eat and drink
je suis satisfaite.