As I grew older

Amboise

“As I grew older” by Langston Hughes

It was a long time ago,
I have almost forgotten my dream.
But it was there then,
In front of me,
Bright like a sun-
My dream.
And then the wall rose,
Rose slowly,
Slowly,
Between me and my dream.
Rose until it touched the sky-
The wall.
Shadow.
I am black.
I lie down in the shadow.
No longer the light of my dream before me,
Above me.
Only the thick wall.
Only the shadow.
My hands!
My dark hands!
Break through the wall!
Find my dream!
Help me to shatter this darkness,
To smash this night,
To break this shadow
into a thousand lights of sun,
into a thousand whirling dreams
of sun!

I arrived in Amboise before lunch. I scouted around where to eat. I am drawn where locals go for a drink and eat out. When I got there, I first looked to park my bike and found a crowded spot. Then, I walked around first and checked what’s going on. There was a flea market on this day. Although I don’t have time to look around, the atmosphere was lively. There is something special about flea market in France.

Amboise

I had a pretty good lunch. I ordered a menu at this time and that settled everything. Later on, I passed by a workers harvesting vegetables.