It was somewhere between Batavia and Swormsville that I fell in love with Beau Fleuve and it's strangely named areas.
As I gushed Dan would always be quick to point out that it was only beautiful because I was visiting during the month out of the year that it's not cold and overcast, which I understand, but it didn't change my feelings. Maybe I should just spend every July in beau fleuve.
I could hang out with this nice guy:
who was very nice and only bit me a little bit.
And I'll spend every afternoon playing pool with Dan. Apparently I need to brush up on my skills anyways since I'm losing to somebody who is barely ever paying attention
