Rendezvous in Paris Page #5

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But not as tourists.

But we're walking around the city

like tourists all the time.

Yes, and in the end

we'll go to a hotel.

To a hotel? In Paris?

Yes.

And you're talking about magic?

To a hotel. During daytime?

No. At night.

Like real tourists.

- I thought you can't leave?

It's not me who's leaving, he is.

He's going to Lyon for two days,

for the wedding of a cousin.

We have to make use of that.

So you're breaking up?

- Looks like it.

Agreed?

What's up? That's what you've always

dreamt about and now you're upset.

You'll live with a friend now?

- Probably.

Can i come visit you there.

- Yes, as an exception.

But we're not that far yet.

That's something that

exceeds your expectations by far,

and you're still not satisfied.

Wonderful!

It's wonderful

that i'm trying to think ahead.

Let's stick to my plan.

After that we'll see.

Take it as it comes.

It would be wonderful

to spend two days and nights

nonstop together.

And what will we do during daytime?

- The same as usual,

but with more time. We can even go

for a walk in the Jardin du Luxembourg,

and we can behave

as badly as you want.

We'll go to all the museums

we haven't been to yet, take a boat trip,

go up the Eiffel Tower

or the towers of the Notre Dame.

I see.

You really want to stay in a hotel in Paris?

Which one?

One i've always wanted to stay in.

The other day when we passed by it,

in Montmartre,

i thought...

But of course i didn't say anything.

- In Montmartre?

Where? When?

ln September. You know, at that small square

at the end of the declining street,

next to the "Bateau Lavoir".

- I know that square. It's nice.

And there's a hotel?

- It's hidden behind the chestnut trees.

And it's not too expensive.

You already informed yourself?

The whole trip is planned already,

like in a travel agency:

We'll meet Friday afternoon

at Gare de l'Est,

as if we just arrived by train.

With luggage.

Best is if you take a huge suitcase,

then you'll look more like a tourist.

I brought a map,

since you want to play tourist.

Yes, in every language.

You speak Chinese?

No. Besides, this is Japanese.

That way.

Excuse me,

is Montmarte over there?

Yes.

- Very good.

And the Eiffel Tower?

That's too bad.

I wouldn't have done it.

What's up?

- Look, over there. That's Benoit.

No way! He's just looking like him.

- It's really him!

Coat and bag... just like this morning.

- So he didn't leave.

And the girl?

- No idea.

I don't know her.

I don't dare lying to him

and he's telling me a story.

Are you sure it's him?

- Maybe it's a hallucination.

Let's think. Everything's possible

but one thing:

That he's choosing exactly this hotel.

Far from it.

He knows the hotel, i had told him about it.

He wanted to go there sometime aswell.

It was similar to us.

We were both living with friends.

But in the end we went to the sea.

It was in summer.

Is that why you didn't want to go to the sea?

- To be honest, yes.

I was always teasing him about it,

telling him it was a pity we didn't go there.

It upset him. He was scared

i'd go there with somebody else.

But that was out of question at that time.

I was just playing with him.

Stealing my idea!

He's got no fantasy at all.

So we're free now.

Nothing better could have happened to us.

You can leave him now.

- You're funny! You think

i'll fall automatically into your arm.

If that's what i wanted,

i'd have left him a long time ago.

- You told me differently.

You shouldn't believe everything i say.

Are you happy now?

Not really.

- You only think of yourself.

That i'm being humiliated

doesn't bother you.

Instead of cheering me up

you think of your profit.

And then you say that you love me.

- I'm suffering with you.

I wanted to reassure you.

Stop it!

- You talked about consolation.

I don't need consolation.

We better split up now.

I won't let you go like this.

Better be quiet, or we won't

see each other ever again.

Don't get any illusions, you're the

last person i want to see right now.

It's over.

Your fate is linked to Benoit's fate.

Bad luck for you, bad luck for me.

You helped me bearing him.

Once he's gone, i don't need you either.

You completed one another.

Without him, there's no you.

You don't really think this way.

Where are you going? Not to him?

- I'll visit my parents.

And afterwards?

You'll go to your friend?

I don't know, maybe.

My bus!

Mother and Child

Mother and Child

Yes!

You found your way easily?

- You had explained it on the phone.

Would you like something to drink?

- Thanks.

A small coffee?

No. I had one this morning. Thanks.

But sit down.

- No, thanks.

I just have to finish something.

Are you staying at a hotel?

- No, i'm staying with friends.

I know Martin and...

Isabelle.

- Exactly, Isabelle.

How is Anita?

- She didn't write?

Yes.

She says you've never been to Paris.

- I've been here with my parents.

Your French is very good.

- I have a friend from France.

I came visiting her in summer.

It's not far.

I know

Do you like Picasso?

- Yes, but not everything.

You study painting?

- No, interior design.

That's the same.

Not really.

But you paint aswell?

No, actually not.

I draw, but i don't paint.

With me it's the other way:

I paint, but i don't know how to draw.

Really?

I paint without drawing.

The shapes form while painting.

What are these people doing?

How should i know. Imagine something.

I like stories in paintings,

but not too precise.

They look like they have to go work

but aren't really awake yet. A bit sad.

Yes?

Like in a concentration camp

People waiting for their death.

I think you're exaggerating.

I don't find it sad at all.

They look more like people

coming back from a picnic.

One can see a lot in it.

There's some light missing,

that's true,

but it's not ready yet.

I find the colours sad.

- They're the colours of life.

I wouldn't hang something like that.

- Because you're an interior designer.

Whenever is see a painting,

i think where i'd hang it.

Once a woman bought one of my paintings

because it matched her couch.

That offended me bigtime.

- I didn't mean to offend you.

You're an interior designer.

That's your point of view.

Shall we go?

- Yes.

It's nice here!

Don't you like it? You don't see

something like that often in Paris.

That's no joke.

It's five minutes from here.

- I know.

Do you like this quartier?

- Not exceptionally.

Because of the run-down houses?

I love that.

If they were painted,

i'd like them less.

I prefer these.

If they were pink, purple or blue,

you'd like them even better.

Bonbon colours don't suit Paris.

- In Sweden we've got much more colour,

but only few old apartments, like here.

I prefer white, it's cleaner.

Clean makes me sad.

A new Paris wouldn't be Paris anymore.

I wouldn't feel like painting anymore.

I like the colours of this street.

Except this grey. It's too blue.

That's no Parisian grey.

- Why?

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