I love Bugattis. It is my gold-digger car, meaning I-would-marry-a-wealthy-old-man-and-murder-him-and-steal-all-his-money-and-buy-this-car type of car. Or maybe that's the black widow car? Meh. Regardless.
Anyway, I love the contrast of this scene. The pretty, quaint little café with the lovely yellow frilled awnings and then the badass, kickass sports car just chillin' out front.