Along the Water in Marseille

A charming town, with bobbing boats
And restaurants or small cafes,
Finds us all bundled in our coats 
On this, the gloomiest of days.

The rain, though, takes a little break;
The Ferris wheel goes 'round and 'round.
At booths with crafts that people make
We see what items can be found.

A market filled with fish for sale 
Attracts us with its fresh array
Of creatures stretched from teeth to tail,
A strange and glistening display.

The locals mingle, doing chores,
With tourists taking in the scene 
As traffic flows and all the stores
Compete as customers convene.

I'd hoped for sun, but I'll admit 
That clouds and raindrops couldn't dent
The dazzle of Marseille, for it
Has charm you couldn't circumvent.