Tallinn welcomes tourists;
we are greeted at the pier head
given a free map and picture postcard.
In the New Town
department store windows
hide away their wares,
behind doors of glass and steel.
At the handicraft market
sells us dolls.
Up Viru's ancient cobbles,
past money-changers and McDonald’s
crowds flock to the Town Hall Square;
jostle for bargain souvenirs
from numerous stalls.
Step away from the crowds;
turn a corner into the fifteenth century --
houses with dirty white-washed walls,
windows with wooden shutters
and three hundred year old paint.
There is peace on the periphery
of humming busy-ness.
When we leave on the evening tide
waves of Estonian enigmas break.
© Gerald England
Composed: Hyde, 18th June 2008
2009 Sons of Camus International Writers Journal (Cyprus)
Parked in Manchester
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