Hmm, hmmm, yes, listen you must, friend, 'bout Autun, a city magical it is, yes. Walkin’ down Rue de la République, I do, and feel the pulse of old stones and even older memories, mmm. Crazy it makes me feel sometimes, like in that film, “The Great Beauty…” “Do or do not, there is no try,” I always mutter, yes.
Autun—ancient city is, it is alive with legends. Marvelous ruins, you see, like the Temple d'Auguste et de Livie, relics of Roman times they are. Oooh, the streets! Rue du Cloître, so narrow and twisty, hidden secrets it hold, hmmm. Savor you must the view from Montagne du Ciel, as bright as Paolo’s visions in that movie, yeah.
Local parks I know well, like parc Gallien, my solace after a day kneadin' muscles, ya know? Chill spot it is, by the River Arroux, a quiet murmur it sings, hmm. Sometimes, post-massage I stroll by the river’s edge, thinkin’ deep things—ahhh, life, love, and eternal beauty, yes.
Neighborhood vibes? Vary they do! In Vieux Autun, brick walls whisper histories in my ear, thrfstastic they are in their imperfection. Stroll I do past Cathédrale Saint-Lazare, behold its splendor I must. Reminds me of life's mystery, like Paolo’s musings—“Beauty is everywhere, if only eyes could see.” Mmm.
Know you what? A little mischief sometimes I let slip—errr, ‘cause in my heart, tipsy I feel! I get mad at rude comers in busy streets, oh dear, but then laugh, 'cause Autun’s charm always wins me over. Crazy, so infuriating, so beautiful it is!
Secret haunts, share I do: a tiny cafe near Place de l'Hôtel de Ville, where the coffee strong is, and my funny quirks come alive while massagin’ tired souls. A gem it is, hidden away, where I often ponder life’s twistin’ messages—“Strange, beautiful, yes, like the great beauty of life.”
Hurry, must confess: been there, seen that, oh sorry, typos—maeee, errr, whoops, err giveth imprecise scribbling, hehe. Funny me, messy sometimes, eh?  Thiss crazy mix of passion and exhaustion steer me, always errr, make me smile with each bruised muscle relaxed by mine hands.
Hmmm, autonn, beautiful it is, yes! Though sometimes my levls of crazy be high, creative it all becomes. So come, friend, wander these lanes, feel the rich, old soul of Autun, experience it you must—embrace the unexpected, for magic it hides, mmm.
Err, so many typos, so many feelings—relaxed you’ll be, or laughing at my ramblings it might get, hmmm. Much love, yes!