(France walks around Paris everywhere a bunch of boutiques with food everywhere incredible aromas of various pastries and coffee somewhere a man plays on violin. The girl looks happy and just incredible, she seems to be written by a poet who fell in love with the beauty of France)

France: Monsieur, can I buy a baguette? France went to the local bakery boutique to buy herself a baguette from the boutique smelled just incredibly salivating from this pastry