THE ROOFTOPS OF PARIS

When the children no longer stay in touch, it’s good to have a friend. To go to the pool with. To have lunch in a restaurant. To get through the sweltering summer days with some peace of mind. But when the friend himself fails you, life becomes perilous. All the more perilous as you grow older, frail and alone, and when you live in Paris… under the rooftops. But the heart still beats. While waiting for the day when you run out of strength, or choose not to open your door, you can still believe in encounters, and in love.