On beautiful nights when beer and lemonade And loud, blinding cafés are the last thing you need
You stroll beneath green lindens on the promenade.
Lindens smell fine on fine June nights!
Sometimes the air is so sweet that you close your eyes;
The wind brings sounds--the town is near--
And carries scents of vineyards and beer. . .
-excerpt from Rimbaud's "Novel" spliced with La Boheme D'ete from Vogue Paris August 2006 (via thefashionspot)
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