Narbonne tourist information
The smell and sights of foods and fruit Shimmering in the covered market. How I like to ooze through, take a beer at a bar, And sidle by Notre Dame de Lamourguier Where inside Roman statues stand and gape, Then walk back over the canal where once the Via Domita ran Uncovered now in the main square Where the manikins of the belles dames of France look down. How the wheels must have bumped When Centurians went on their way To villas in vineyards in distant hills. Now must we crawl and step deep into The horreum, the dark subterranean storehouse Or wander a few yards to where St Sebastien The saint martyred by the slaughter of arrows, was born, And to his church standing in a web of streets and alleys that make us explore
