In the heart of Bayonne, I wander the streets, my feet tracing the echoes of ancient cobblestones, each step a heartbeat in the city’s soul.
The cloister of the cathedral, a sanctuary where time slows, whispers secrets to my meditative mind, and I feel the ancient stones hum with stories untold.
Here, inspiration flows like the Nive, weaving through my thoughts, a dance of the old and new, poetry in the very air.
15 Rue des Prébendes, 64100 Bayonne, France