Rendezvous in Paris Page #3

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And you just can't get rid of her..

- Yes! I just wanted to break up with her.

Right..

But look, i came running after you

and left her sitting there.

Just go back to her.

After all you had a date with her.

Oh stop it.

I'm going home now, i want to be alone.

Let us go by train. - No!

Work can wait. - No!

Then by plane.

- Oh shut up.

Ok by car then, to the Bretagne.

I told you, i want to be alone tonight.

And tomorrow?

- Tomorrow aswell.

And the day after?

- Aswell.

And next week?

- I don't know yet. Bye.

Did they leave? The others?

What would you like?

- Nothing, i'm leaving.

Why don't you wait for them here?

I'm not waiting for anybody.

- Ok then.

I know, it's tough.

Not everybody has the luck

of getting his wallet stolen..

Good evening. I'd like a beer.

- Which one?

Heineken.

The benches of Paris.

Sometimes i envy the Clochards.

They practically live in the centre of Paris.

Not everyone is that priviledged.

Don't tell me that you can't find

an apartment in the centre.

Yes, but in Bobigny apartments

for the same rent

are twice the size.

I'd have enough space for all my books there.

- And in St. Dizier?

No space. I live in a furnished place.

I can't fit more than my school books in there.

In Bobigny i'd have enough space.

But you're not alone.

- True.

But since i know about Palaiseau,

i can wait.

But that's not in Paris.

- It's only 20 minutes.

One mustn't be picky.

Living in Paris, working in Paris..

One can't have everything at once.

I don't mind that though.

It's my ideal, my goal in life.

That's your only goal?!

- Not yours, since you're from Midi?

I like Paris.

- But you'd prefer Marseille.

If the one i love didn't like it,

i could sacrifice it for him.

But only if i really loved him.

In maths it's easier to find a job

than in humanities.

One for sure doesn't need to go into exile,

to St. Dizier, Romorantin

or to Chatelleraut.

- I hope not.

So would you go with the man you love,

if it was neccessary?

I'd have to love him very much.

But i don't have to face that question.

I couldn't love someone

whose ideal is living in the province.

But if it was his dream to live in Paris?

A dream is not enough.

He'd have to realize it.

Why should i leave my boyfriend

who has a great career ahead of him,

for a small teacher

whose ideal is moving to Paris

at the end of his career.

I think you don't love

this brilliant technocrat anymore.

But neither you. - Not yet.

Yes, "not yet", if that makes you happy.

But until then...

What?

- If it will ever happen.

I'm afraid that will take a long time.

The Medici Fountain.

This i wanted to show you.

The sculpture?

- Yes.

That's Acis, a shepherd from Sicily.

And she is Galatea,

a nereid, a mermaid.

They love each other.

And the other one?

- That's Polyphem, the Cyclops.

He's also in love with Galatea

and is throwing a rock on the two of them.

One can't see his eyes.

When i first came to Paris

i was in love with this girl.

So you dragged me here

to show me your ex-girlfriend?

No. To show you that i'm loyal to a certain type.

But she doesn't look like me at all.

- I think so. Those long limbs...

But she's got curves.

- That's because of the posture.

I've got hips like a boy.

Not at all! They're very feminine.

Please!

- Nobody's watching.

I don't like to do these kind of things in public.

And the other day at the quays?

- The quays are the quays.

Let's sit down.

No, not here. Under the tree.

I love to sit under trees.

You're messing up the chairs.

- So what?

Some people hate the Jardin du Luxembourg.

You also?

I don't like it very much either.

- It's probably too organized for you.

No. Even when everything is straight

one could still bring in some fantasy.

I think for lovers it's much better

than an English Garden for example.

- That's true.

But that's exactly what bothers me.

I don't want to be surrounded by other lovers.

I want us to be alone.

Maybe surrounded by people,

but not by lovers. Whenever i see others

that do the same things as us...

We are alone!

- At the moment, yes.

Are you cold?

Do you want do go somewhere else?

- No way.

Do you want to go for a drink?

No thanks, i'm not thirsty.

- How about cake?

I'm not hungry either.

It's nice here.

- Didn't sound like that a minute ago.

When?

Before you sat down.

- I just didn't want to sit over there.

Here it's okay.

What you're thinking?

- About what i just said.

You look so worried.

You're right.

I don't like it here very much.

Then let's go for a drink.

- I don't just mean the park,

i don't like the whole Latin quartier.

- But you live there.

Exactly.

You're scared of meeting Benoit!

Yes. Silly, but that's it.

I thought you wouldn't care

if he surprised us.

But not in his quartier.

- It's yours too.

Let's say ours.

To cheat on him here

would be double cheating.

Whether he sees you here or somewhere else,

he'd suffer just the same.

I'm thinking more about myself than him.

Here i'd be ashamed, somewhere else not.

Ashamed?

I don't want him to see that i do

the same things with someone else.

At least not at the same place.

I want him to know that i have fantasy.

And where will we meet the next time?

I'd have an idea, but...

- Tell me.

Actually two. Let me think.

I'll call you.

All these secrets.

But that's the nice thing.

Saint Vincent Cemetery

You see, as a contemporary grave

i prefer that kind.

Complete simplicity.

Unlike those polished stones.

I prefer this one.

Looks like a jungle.

I like that.

The return to nature.

The one over there is so ugly. Ridiculous!

As a child i found it unfair,

that some had a crypt and others didn't.

I don't like crypts,

i'd prefer to have a tree.

No, a real one. With a trunk.

There's one over there.

No, a real one. With a trunk.

There's one over there.

Here.

That's a grave? I don't think so.

I can't believe it.

There's even two of them, one here,

the other one over there. Very nice.

Are you crazy?

Why shouldn't one laugh

on a cemetery?

That's not the point. The tree was planted

for the dead one, not to play with it.

I don't care,

but there's people that do.

The Russians do picnics

with their dead ones.

But not on trees.

Did you see this?

- Is this a grave?

It's wonderful.

Do you know him?

Steinlen... yes.

Do you know who that was?

- No.

He was a caricaturist and illustrator.

And famous for his cats.

Do you think he died sitting?

Sitting!

I used to hate

misbehaving with a man in public.

Also with others in front of him.

But he exaggerated.

He never even held my hand.

If he saw you now!

- Today, unlike the other day,

i almost wish for it. Everything would be said.

I could leave him without any explanation.

It's dangerous to wait too long.

- Who cares. I'm in no hurry.

It's still too early.

But if you don't love him anymore...

- But i used to love him,

more than i love you today.

It takes time.

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