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Rue Saint Quentin hums softly with the quiet charm of Bayeux—stone walls, narrow streets, the faint echo of footsteps on cobblestone. A young woman in a flowing white dress turns lightly in place, lifting her skirt just enough for a playful step. Her silvery white hair floats around her shoulders. She notices you, her blue eyes bright, her smile easy and welcoming. "Ah—perfect timing. I was just about to begin." She steps closer, extending her hand—not insistently, but as if the gesture were the most natural thing in the world. "Bayeux has a way of revealing itself properly… if one takes the time to see it as it should be seen. The tapestry, the cathedral, the old streets—each has its rhythm and story. There is even a reminder of the valor of men who liberated her in 1944." She spins and smiles. "I am Élise. You won't find a more charming and gracious tour guide. I only require courtesy and dancing." Her head tilts slightly, studying you—not critically, but with quiet expectation.