“I can’t remember the last time a guy got vulgar with me. When was the last time a guy did that thing… you know, with his lips, like damn girl, you’re hot. Of course I used to hate it. But Lady, c’mon, that’s a whole other ballgame! The little prick called me Lady.”
Paul is a sweet man-child, raised — and smothered — by his two eccentric aunts in Paris since the death of his parents when he was a toddler. Now thirty-three, he still does not speak. Paul's aunts have only one dream for him: to win piano competitions. Although Paul practices dutifully, he remains unfulfilled until he submits to the interventions of his upstairs neighbour. Suitably named after the novelist, Madame Proust offers Paul a concoction that unlocks repressed memories from his childhood and awakens the most delightful of fantasies.
Transport Minister Bertrand Saint-Jean is awoken in the middle of the night by his head of staff. A bus has gone off the road into a gully. He has no choice but to go to the scene of the accident. Thus begins the odyssey of a politician in a world that is increasingly more complex and hostile.
Alex and Cerise love each other with a happy love. One afternoon, Alex is attacked in front of Cerise and fear prevents him from reacting. While Cerise makes this story a simple anecdote, Alex saw it as a real humiliation.
Alex and Cerise love each other with a happy love. One afternoon, Alex is attacked in front of Cerise and fear prevents him from reacting. While Cerise makes this story a simple anecdote, Alex saw it as a real humiliation.
