In all my travels, one thing has been true:
The city glitters better with a friend.
It isn't bad to walk it end to end
Alone, and see it from one point of view,
But there is something that requires two
To have the best of it, as if to spend
Twice the attention was required to send
The proper signals outward, out into
The waiting world, which only signals back
When there are eyes enough peering around
To see that small plaque set down in the ground,
Or note the oddball spices on the rack
And properly enjoy. A solo city
Is oddly empty, though still always pretty.
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