Paris Can Wait Page #3

and never gain weight?

Yes, and we drink more red wine.

Of course, we are more romantic.

Oh. Is that so?

So, brulee, you know

my vice, it's smoking.

Now you must confess yours.

Oh, my gosh.

That is the last time

I ever tell you the truth.

Just taste.

Mmm.

Just eat what you feel like.

You know, unlike smoking,

there are studies that say that

chocolate is good for you.

You Americans always have to

have a reason for everything.

We eat what we enjoy.

Mmm. Mmm.

Michael called me just before

we came down for dinner.

He's worried about us

here together.

Are you?

Should I be?

Well, I don't know.

In a long marriage, after

your child leaves home...

Are you happy?

Oh...

We have a good marriage...

No, that's not what I asked you.

Are you happy?

Well, sure.

Sometimes.

From Michael's call, I know

that he somehow mistrusts us.

Perhaps he mistrusts himself.

Is he faithful?

Oh, well, you probably

know better than I.

He had quite a reputation and...

Well, we went through

some hard times.

And have you made

peace with your life?

What kind of question is that?

I think it's a good question.

Have you made

peace with yourself

and your marriage the way it is?

Ah...

Oh.

Don't worry, it's okay.

I'm such a klutz.

We French, we have a different

attitude about marriage

than you Americans.

Oh, and what is that?

We are practical.

We're loyal to family

and to marriage...

But we are human, and we follow

our natural human passions.

Well, we must seem

boringly puritanical to you.

And guilty. Guilt is

bad for your digestion.

Well, how would you say

Michael's digestion is?

Well...

He's an attractive man,

and women do outrageous

things to get into movies.

Once, a wannabe starlet came

to our table at the beach.

Michael had taken off his shoes.

She picked one up, poured

champagne in it and toasted him.

Michael felt her desperation.

So, as he sent her away,

he gave her his rose gold Rolex.

He didn't have to do that.

I gave him that watch.

He told me he lost it.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to upset you.

Bonjour, madame.

Bonjour.

Hey.

Hi.

I didn't go.

My ears were killing me, so Jacques

offered to drive me to Paris.

Excuse me? Jacques?

Michael let you go

with a man named "Jacques"?

Suzanne, come on.

Michael trusts me.

You're driving across France with

Jacques, and you didn't call me?

When are you picking me up?

He's a flirt. And he eats

too much and he smokes.

So do I. We're perfect

for each other.

Is he adorable?

Yeah. But I came on this trip to

spend some time with Michael.

Yeah, and look where you are.

Seize the moment.

Just make sure

he doesn't leave you

stranded along

the road somewhere.

Yeah, right.

Gotta go.

Bye.

Good morning, brulee.

So, how are you feeling?

Much better, thank you.

My earache's nearly gone thanks

to those marvelous ear drops.

And the medicinal quality

of fine French wine.

Ha! No doubt.

And the hot chocolate was a

very nice touch, thank you.

I haven't had any

hot chocolate for breakfast

since I was at girl scout camp.

How did you sleep?

Oh, well.

I noticed you're

not wearing any socks.

Oh, yes.

You see everything.

I didn't pack any

so I washed the ones

I was wearing,

but they are not dry.

Well, I happen to

have some of Michael's.

He left them at the hotel.

Would you like them?

Yeah.

Oh, well, why not.

Thanks.

I know what it means to walk in

another man's shoes, but his socks?

I'd like to pay

for my room last night.

Actually, I need your credit

card, if you don't mind.

Again?

Yes.

I discovered my envelope

of cash went back to Paris

with my assistant by mistake.

So I had to leave the charges of

our rooms and dinner on your card.

Okay.

You know, my name

is quite common in France,

and unfortunately, someone

using the same name has been

charging on false cards.

Until it is fixed,

I have to use cash.

I have enough for gas and little

things, but not for hotel and dinner.

I will reimburse you

as soon as we get to Paris.

Right.

Okay.

So I have good news.

My friend got us a lunch

reservation in Lyon

at the restaurant with a new chef

who's got outstanding reviews.

Jacques, that sounds wonderful,

but I thought we'd be

in Paris by now.

Paris can wait.

We can't leave without taking

a look at the pyramid,

as they call it here.

Of course not.

Huh!

Two-thousand years ago this marked

the center of a Roman circus.

Can you feel the chariots racing

right here where we're standing?

That's so amazing!

Yeah.

Come.

Wait.

It's not really a pyramid,

but, it's more...

Obelisk?

Yes.

Wow.

Birds live in here.

Do you play "I spy"?

Sounds dangerous.

It's a game I used to play

with Alexandra on road trips.

I spy something with four legs.

I spy something

with two lovely legs.

Come on.

Game over.

Not yet.

Where the hell have you been?

Oh!

A friend lives very nearby. She

has a garden full of roses.

Excuse me.

Please, come in.

Uh...

We'll have their perfume

until the rest of our trip.

Mmm.

Ready?

This is a perfect time to be

traveling through this region.

The Rhone river is nearby.

We can turn off and have a look.

Are we ever going

to get to Paris?

Let's pretend we have

a year to get there.

Most of the people don't realize

there are many

delicious things to eat

growing right under their noses.

Look, it's wild fennel.

Catch a trout,

grill it on a bed of that,

and you have something really...

Oh, my god!

What?

I have no idea what's wrong.

But look where we are,

in this beautiful countryside!

Let's have a picnic!

What?

Jacques, I need to get to

Paris, and we have a problem.

Our problem

isn't going anywhere.

I brought a few things

from the hotel.

Come on.

Alex, honey,

is everything all right? It's

the middle of the night there.

Mom.

What, what's the matter?

Noah is such a jerk!

What? What, what, what?

He finally asks me to hang out,

so, like,

I meet him at Dugan's pub,

and he brings his

two Stoner roommates.

Honey, he was

probably just nervous.

Boys don't always know what

they're doing, not even big boys.

Sometimes you need

to take the lead.

That's so lame.

May I remind you, this is a

great time in your life?

Mom, I hear birds.

Where are you?

I'm driving to Paris with one of

your dad's business partners.

Ugh. That sounds so boring.

Oh, my god, you have no idea.

Look, I've been thinking about

your birthday. I have some ideas.

Yeah? Okay.

Alex called.

Is she okay?

Well, she will be.

It's about a boy.

I don't have all the answers,

but I try to slip her a little

advice when she lets me.

I have a feeling

you have a lot of answers.

See? Wild watercress.

I just found it.

Hmm.

Mmm. It's perfect,

not hot and peppery

as it can get

later in the season.

Taste it.

Oh, no.

Come on, try it.

Taste the wild flavor

straight from nature.

It's good.

Ah. You see?

Mmm.

Look at that.

Yeah.

And this one here.

So, you've just made

a five-star picnic.

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