"Welcome to Bouffay, Darren. It's beautiful, isn't it?" Jacques said as they stepped out from the car.
Darren looked around the place as they walk. It's beautiful indeed. They have reached the area that featured a pedestrian lane with many quaint streets that spread out across the place. There's a cobblestoned square that looked such a nice spot to eat, have a lunch, or maybe, even for just a casual seat and gaze around the whole area. There are cafes and various restaurants that have patios or outdoor terraces, however Darren wants to call it.
He nodded at Jacques, agreeing to what he said. There weren't too many tourists around and it's not too crowded giving Darren more chances to really inspect the place. The place is really French, shouts French, and he have not recognized some of the names. He cannot even understand them more so read them.
