Pamplona, Spain.
In Pamplona’s streets, the leaves all swirl,
The air smells like rain, chestnuts, and churro whirl.
Umbrellas pop open in a polka-dot dance,
While locals dodge puddles with seasoned romance.
Boots click on cobbles, scarves wrap nice and snug,
With a shout of “¡Hola!” and a neighborly shrug.
In Pamplona, autumn strolls feel quite grand,
Where weather and charm go hand in hand!