In the photo we are at
the corner of Rue N. Chapeau Rouge,
Dijon, France, circa 2011,
in front of a flower shop,
each petal so finely fixed in digital color,
your arm under mine, our gazes down, smiling,
with various Dijonaise blurred about us scurrying,
caught up in their day-to-day.
© Chagall 2016
Alphabet City 
The direct details are very evocative. Got to love “Dijonaise” too.
Thank you, Harry. I wondered for a moment what denizens of the area would actually be called and thought of hitting the search engine, but then decided that Dijonaise it would be. 🙂 —CC
Much better this way, your brain is best. Nice poem, keep it up 🙂
Thank you. Will do. —CC