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Come out into the evening streets. The green light lessens in the west.

The city laughs and liveliest her fervid pulse of pleasure beats.

The belfry on Saint Severin strikes eight across the smoking eaves:

Come out under the lights and leaves to the Reine Blanche on Saint Germain....

Now crowded diners fill the floor of brasserie and restaurant.

Shrill voices cry "L'Intransigeant," and corners echo "Paris-Sport."

Where rows of tables from the street are screened with shoots of box and bay,

The ragged minstrels sing and play and gather sous from those that eat.

And old men stand with menu-cards, inviting passers-by to dine

On the bright terraces that line the Latin Quarter boulevards....

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