Skating is a pretty typical winter sport- certainly not in Naples, where it would probably be a shock of all horrors if snow actually appeared, but for this particular end of France at least it very much is. Students, wearing some variation of the school uniform and winter clothing, are passing constantly on the ice- the dusky dark hours of the yet early evening bringing an even deeper chill.

Also that's a bear that just passed this particular time.

The bear is wearing pants.

He is also somehow on ice skates, and a trail of white rose petals drift lazily behind him as he goes.

And boy, he does 'go'! At least until...

Hm

HM!

The bear appears to have noticed Giorno, and is now walking in his direction, on skates.