EnChante's

The sky was now the colour of a ripe prune; with bright yellow stars braving the sky.
Dragging her long brown skirt against the wet cobblestone, Eloise made her way to EnChante's Cafe. EnChante's was a small vintage cafe that lay at the end of the street; overlooking the fresh sea and crowded harbor. And when the sun shone, the water would glisten ever so pleasantly.. Just nothing but waved and waves of fresh water lapping each other. As much as one would think because of these beautiful traits it was a famous cafe- but almost no one (especially the new comers) took notice of it.