In the Latin Quarter, where Parisian dreams reside, Stands the Institut du Monde Arabe, a cultural stride. Its lattice windows, sunlight's embrace, A dance of shadows in a mystical place.
Designed by Jean Nouvel, a vision so grand, Reflecting the essence of the Arab land. Its walls tell stories of distant lore, Of ancient cities and desert's shore.
In Rue des Fossés Saint-Bernard, it proudly stands, A bridge of cultures, joining hands. From ancient scripts to modern art, A treasure trove that warms the heart.
Its library whispers tales untold, Of Averroes and Scheherazade bold. Manuscripts that age like wine, In wisdom’s glow, they brightly shine.
The museum’s halls, a vibrant maze, Artifacts of a thousand days. From Damascus steel to Cairo gold, Each exhibit, a story retold.
On Gustave Eiffel’s land, a modern feat, Where East and West in harmony meet. A testament to time’s embrace, A cultural beacon in this space.
The rooftop view, a sight to see, The Seine below, flowing free. Notre-Dame stands in reverent view, A timeless dance of old and new.
In seminars and films, minds engage, Exploring Baghdad’s golden age. From Al-Andalus to Beirut’s flair, A journey through the intellect’s lair.
Festivals of dance, of music’s sound, Where rhythms of Marrakech abound. In melodies and steps so fine, Cultures blend, and hearts align.
The call to prayer, the poet’s song, In Paris’ embrace, they both belong. A symphony of sights and sounds, Where art and history know no bounds.
In this enclave of diverse delight, The past and present reunite. A haven where the world can see, The Arab world’s rich tapestry.