In the centre of the square is a fountain –
an inspired, aesthetic roundabout –
a contemporary design, the numerous
jets spurting three or four metres from the setts.
On the way to the restaurant, she sees it,
and, of course, fascinated by water
in all its forms, tugs at her reins – but the cars
circulate heedlessly and, anyway,
we are guests. She tantrums.
Later, the fountains are turned off, traffic
is forbidden and la jeunesse takes over
with its skate boards and hip hop. By then,
she is asleep in her buggy. A marble
plaque records the one hundred and fourteen
Jewish men, women and children sent