Dolemeck quietly walked about with Derek. He did not believe he had ever been to France before in his life, and it was something else. He did not handle the crowds all too well, but he did so for his cousin who he idolized. They were now free to go about looking at all the various treasures that France had to offer.
Dressed in a black trench coat, and in a white T-shirt with black jeans, Dolemeck stood out a small bit from the normal crowds. That and how many grown men had hair that went to the small of their back? He was getting all sorts of stares and whispers as they looked about the Lourve.
"This artwork is most impressive... and these people seem to like me! They all keep looking at me!"
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