The gardens were almost deserted on the day of our visit
Which surprised us both
As the day was raw
Yet the gardens were cooler
Fountains and canals were everywhere
And were full of fish
Of many colours
There was a magic in the air
The climb to the summit of the gardens
Was a steep adventure
Best undertaken in stages
As even the shorter breezes were hot
On our journey upwards
Only the crickets were our constant companions
Loyal but unseen
Who shared their slow summer jazz
We then met the shy lovers of the higher levels
Some were hidden in the shade of the close trees
Whilst others were stretched out on the damp grass
Languid in the white sunlight
They ignored our passing
Sharing their intimacy only with each other
And no other creatures
We respected the mysteries of their day
At the summit we found a tower
Sturdy yet crumbled with time
It offered a panorama of the city
Which we politely refused
For our day was quite spent
And we had already planned our descent
Towards the planned avenues of the city
And the handsome station of the cross
La Jardin de la Fontaine
Nimes France
July 2nd 2019