They came for the waves. They stayed for the pastries. They, meaning the Quiksilver Young Guns. A whole crew of them descended upon France from places near and far — but mostly far. We’re talking New Zealand, Mexico, America, Indonesia, Australia, Mars, etc. All here, in France, raiding the banks and bakeries with the type of excitement and enthusiasm that only youth knows. They had the best trip of their lives. We have the edit to prove it. Hit play and run rampant in France.