The world stops when you enter

wares from the world collide

Blended cultures, far and wide

 

In this urban space

even the Royals of the woods are at home

Here, where Madame Jeudeballe resides

 

The glare of gold, the smell of the past

Passion takes hold, inspiration flies fast

 

Junk to treasure

to vast to measure

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The old world comes to the new

even if the buyer forgets they flew