Only One in the World (except for that one in Vegas) Landmark

Steel stilettos click
on the cobblestone,
her svelte angular figure
clothed in black
Chanel, of course.

She surveys streets
on the Seine behind
Ray Bans.  Aproned
waiters take orders,
“Un café, s’il vous plaît.”

The scent of espressos
and fresh croissants
pull businessmen to zinc
counters, stirring sugar
cubes into white cups.

Mademoiselle Eiffel
inhales and takes a sip
of  the Paris sunrise,
shooing her lover away.

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