Chapitre 1028: 447 Strolling around at will

Paris is the city of art, and the artistic atmosphere by the Seine River is particularly strong. Along the riverbanks, aside from the hurried passersby and tourists, there are also street painters quietly sitting in a corner, earning their living through portrait painting.

Among the painters are the old and the young, and their booths are crowded with people waiting in line.

Gem Atkinson and Forsythia Brown's gaze was drawn to a quiet booth, manned by a child of about seven or eight years old.

This little creature must have just started setting up the booth. His little face was red with effort but he didn't seem to know how to attract business.

Seeing the little creature's timid red face looking at them, hesitating to speak, Gem and Forsythia smiled and sat on the bench in front of the little creature's booth. Forsythia said, "Little friend, draw a portrait for us."