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Love at sea

This song is beautiful.

I love music so much!

Especially love songs.

They make my dream.

This one reminds of my hometown in Normandy, on the beach in summer.

It's funny. You never realize when you are in a fashionable place.

Me and my family went to Deauville not because it was chic, but close.

It was convenient.

We didn't care about snob people.

Last year, when I was in holidays at my parents', I met Daniel there.

When I hear a song about the sea, it reminds me of Daniel. He's a sailor.

Do you think it's dumb to be found of love song, Simone?

No, I agree with you.

Music makes me dream too.

Music and fragrance are the greatest thing for reminiscences.

When you're happy, music makes you even happier.

When you're sad, it makes you even sadder.

It reminds me of my husband.

We love each other for 20 years.

Do you realize? 20 years!

3 years ago, during the winter... All of a sudden, foolishly...

He caught the flu.

He went to bed and died.

I stay alone.

It's horrible.

I wish Daniel and me will be in love for 20 years.

I'm not sure when we can move in together.

He's funny. Daniel doesn't speak much. It's hard to tell what he wants.

Even when he smiles he looks sad.

Maybe it's what I love with him.

She should be here.

Daniel!

Where were you? We looked for you.

I was there but I couldn't find you.

Let me introduce you to a friend. We're in leave together: Jean-Fran�ois.

- So? - So?

I know, it's tough.

We were always on the look-out. It's better now.

- Well, bye buddy. Good perm'. - Goodbye.

See the weather we have in July?

- So? - You know, it's difficult.

It's a sad situation. No matter your political opinion.

We made the trip with repatriates from Algeria.

They left everything behind. House...

- It's horrible. - Let's go home and you'll tell me.

How long did you enlist for?

5 years.

How long has it been?

4 years.

1 year left.

Yes.

One more year and you're done.

Yes.

Will you... stay in Brest?

Yes.

Closer to me.

What will you do?

I don't know.

Will you look for a job?

Yes.

What job?

I'll see with my acquaintances.

Yes.

You'll have to find a house.

Of course.

Look, my room is so small.

The owner likes me, but couples are forbidden.

How many days is your leave?

13.

Starting tomorrow, we will rent a room in a hotel. It will be more convenient.

I'll arrange for today.

- We will wait for reach other. - Yes.

All the rest...

Sweet and light, like you!

We use to play this song there.

I wish I could go to Algeria.

- How is it? - Sun, sea...

And war?

War...?

We haven't shot a single bullet in 4 years.

So what do you do?

Patrols, escorts, checking...

Do Arabs have boats?

No. But smugglers do.

Is it dangerous?

Making our war? No.

But sometimes in the street, during leaves...

- Have you seen terrorist? - Yes, once.

Someone shot at the banana seller near me.

I heard the shot, turned my head and saw him, laying in his bananas.

I would become crazy there.

You would get used to it.

I couldn't get used to war.

I love my quiet life.

Peace.

You know...

War or peace...

You're weird.

Don't you love anything?

I do, sometimes.

Do you love me?

The next days were similar to the first day, the second day...

Summer was passing by...

Soon it was just a memory, glimpses of recollections.

But, one day, a train...

Sweetheart...

Genevi�ve, darling...

I am in Brest.

My permission was so quick.

When I arrived, after putting my stuff in the boat...

I went downtown with a rookie. He's from Marseille, he seems nice.

We haven't seen much, as usual when you arrive din a new city.

It started raining and it made me think about Jacques Pr�vert.

It was raining in Brest and I met you Rue de Siam.

I understood that street was real. And I thought about the war. For me Brest was...

That street, the rain and the remembrance of the war.

I was only a kid at that time, but I vividly remember the bombing.

We were with the neighbours. It was announced on the radio and we all cried.

I writing from a coffee where I can see the city.

The Recouvrance bridge looks like an American bridge.

I am waiting for your letter. I want to hold and kiss you.

Please accept my most sincere greeting.

Hello. Sorry to be late, I forgot to set my alarm.

Any news from Daniel?

I received his letter today, I am writing back. He is in Brest.

One more day.

Please receive, Director, my deepest feelings...

my highest esteem...

What a weather! I did not want to wake up.

One day has passed.

Dear General Treasurer,

We have received your letter on the 18th of this month.

1st of October.

Please let me point out the fact that we have noticed...

We have noticed an error of 362 Francs.

In the account number 6361.

We attach a copy for verification.

Flows the Seine and our loves Must I remember them

Joy always followed after pain

Let the night fall and the hours ring

(...) remain Hand in hand

while underneath the bridge of our arms

the hours ring The days go away, I remain

Love goes away like this flowing water

Love goes away How slow life is

I remain

The days pass and the weeks pass

Neither past time

Autumn is barely here but designers already think of winter.

Madam, you can still wear your fur, but it will be shorter and tighter.

Boots shall still be worn for your walks in the afternoon.

All in all, not that much changes...

Look, I bought it at the market. It's funny.

And this one!

It looks like Marl�ne.

I had a new coat made for me. I was bored of the other one.

The black one.

The black one, the old one, you know.

Your room has become pretty.

- Mine is smaller. How much do you pay? - 8000.

I'm not all settled yet. I'll buy more stuff when I have money.

Also, my grand-mother gives me things.

They curtains are old and nice.

I'll put a red carpet here. A white vase and a golden mirror on the chimney.

A lot of things. But I'm not sure I'll stay here.

I have something important to tell you.

Marc wants to marry me. I'm still thinking about it.

I think I will accept.

Good.

- Is that you? - Yes.

Yes, I was very young. It's in Toulouse.

When I just got here, I often went to the antique dealers in Saint-Germain.

Decoration is a matter of taste.

I think I'm good at it.

Everything here comes from the market.

It's as beautiful as a human face.

Genevi�ve, every night, in Brest, I met someone that is never late.

The rain.

It falls as accurately as night.

To introduce you to Brest, as you are asking for...

I could simply send you the book they gave us aboard.

Chapter one: Brest

Brest sub-prefecture of Finist�re is a naval base and a commercial port.

It's one of the greatest harbor on the surface of 15.000 hectares.

During the war, the German had Brest...

Chapter: Brest, the city

Brest is a quiet city.

Let me precise: very quietly!

After 9:00 P.M. not much people in the streets.

I think "not much" is very generous.

At 9 P.M., the main street is as lively as a Djebel.

Chapter: A sailor in Brest

After the first contact with the city...

the newcomer will look for entertaining places.

Brest is known to be a severe and closed place.

Neophytes shall not be deceived.

He can go Rue de Siam or Cours Dajot,

where people use to walk, look at the boats and inhale fresh air.

I'll stop reading that book and sum up myself.

Brest is a big and modern city, entirely rebuilt.

A quietly and sleepy province, a bit empty and sad.

People mostly stay home...

in peaceful streets and places verged with trees.

The youngsters complain about the lack of entertainment, especially in winter.

There is one thing I had noticed in every city built near the city.

I see it everywhere.

At the end of each street.

The gardens above the sea are linked to it.

Houses are rebuilt everyday but...

the war left in some districts houses that for 19 years have been...

a shelter for those whose houses have been destroyed during the siege of 1944.

People will die there.

Children were born and live here.

Of course, Brest doesn't have the favor of such a place.

It's sad, but I saw similar places in every cities I went to.

I have to think of Algeria. It was a real shame.

People were so used to poverty that they forgot it and thought it was picturesque.

The war ended 19 years ago.

It's my age.

Did you install that blue counter?

- No. - You should, it's interesting.

It's interesting when you iron. Even more with a fridge.

Don't you think...

I think it's just an advertizing

- No! It's great! - What's the point?

Imagine the washing machine works and you want to iron.

You don't blow the fuse. It's great!

I think you can buy everything.

I don't think so.

I think life is simple and not simple.

I mean, it's complicated.

In example, I think you can't buy feelings.

Or friendship.

I'm not talking of appearance but sincerity.

No, you can't buy anything.

Except carrots and turnips at the market.

You don't get it.

You buy, but pretend you don't.

Catherine, darling, I told you a hundred time to be cautious.

I come from our house, the gas was open.

One day you will die asphyxiated.

I'm dead already.

Life is like cinema.

I'm dumb. It's cinema that is like life.

Paris, November the 2nd.

Paris is yellowish. I love Paris in autumn.

Since you are left...

Paris is drowning in fog and rain.

One letter from you in 20 days is very little.

Christmas is next week.

Festivities are sad when spent alone.

Especially Christmas.

The stars in the sky make us look up.

The girls in the street make us...

Here, here is the break. Not for the rookies, damnit!

Here, here is the break. For the elders, let's do it.

Here, here is the break. Not for the rookies, damnit!

Here, here is the break. For the elders, let's do it.

I've so busy today! I arranged the creche, the cow... I mean the ox.

The donkey, Joseph, the Virgin, Little Jesus... everything!

- Is that you? - Yes, I made films.

This is my first movie: Le Bagnard.

I'm with Jean-Claude Pascal and Ren�e Saint-Cyr in Le chevalier de la nuit.

Here, with Serge Reggiani, G�rard Philipe and Daniel G�lin.

This is my nephew. He was baptized this year.

A black and white cover.

We will have a special dance for Christmas Eve.

Christmas is so depressing!

What am I doing in this city?

Is this a mood for Christmas Eve? It's always raining!

Rain, fog, rain, fog...

Have you seen how pretty my dress is?

I was dreaming of a sunny place. The French Riviera.

But I met a guy...

A gangster. But I loved him.

I ended up here.

The sea, I saw it.

But not the one I wanted.

I used to live in Nantes.

I was dancing in a nightclub. The El Dorado.

Then hazard, like that... I stayed.

It was a very simple Christmas, with my family.

I wish I were with Daniel.

But I'm under-aged, I have to obey my parents.

I'm sure the rain on the sea was beautiful in Normandie.

Yes.

I know I it's very bad of me.

But I'm jealous thinking you will be alone in Brest for Christmas.

You shouldn't make fun of her.

I don't understand what you're doing with this girl.

You often write to her but always cheat on her.

We talked about it already.

You said physical relationships had no importance.

I think it's beautiful to be faithful.

I remember one Christmas I spent alone in Paris.

I was penniless.

It was gloomy.

I left home at the age of 16 to be free.

Family life was not for me.

I like choosing.

A family is a thing you can't choose, so it couldn't work.

I left.

I was free in Paris.

I miss that period of my life. One can only get such feelings when one's young.

It's was a funny adventure.

At first it was exciting. I wanted to enjoy my freedom in every moments.

I lived in a tiny room under a roof. I felt I was so lucky.

There was an elevator!

It went up to the 7th floor and I lived at the 8th.

It was freezing in my room but I had a great view on the Eiffel tower.

It was a miracle. I had dreamt of the Eiffel tower.

I'd do any job I could get. I remember working in a plastic factory.

I was locked up in a fake garden 8 hours a day for 50.000 per month.

But I was free to do it.

I had chosen that job. And it was in Paris.

You like Paris as much as Genevi�ve.

It must Paris another Paris. There are a lot of Paris.

The things that happen in Paris can be amazing. You have to see it.

The Bourgeois watching TV after work...

if they could imagine what happens between Blanche and Pigalle...

You can't understand. Loving Paris is puzzling.

It's like any love.

You can't imagine how I loved Paris.

How I loved being alone in this city.

I was dreaming of a free, untied life.

I was interested in adventure and trips.

I was walking and looking everywhere.

I was crazy about Paris and my new freedom.

I forgot the cold and didn't care about poverty.

After some months I quit my job. I managed as I could.

I wanted to go to the depth of my freedom.

It made me realize I had totally lost it.

I was looking at my doing things, as if I were an actor.

This incoherent life I'd been dreaming of started in Paris.

I tried to work but I lost the room I told you about.

I had a wallet I brought everywhere. And a portrait of my mother.

I lived in sad rooms in gloomy hotels that all looked alike.

Rooms I sometimes shared with other guys in the same situation.

There was sometimes 4 of us.

It was nothing special for us.

In the same hotel, in Barb�s...

A family of 6 from Africa had been living there for 10 years!

I made the rooms lively with books, records or pictures I hanged on the walls.

I went to the luxurious apartments of people I had met randomly.

With a view on Paris on CinemaScope.

I met a lot of various people.

Artists, gangsters, bourgeois...

I watched them and learnt to understand them.

It was the time of the caf�s. So many caf�s.

You can enjoy their warmth for hours for a small amount of money.

I changed neighborhoods and caf�s as much as possible.

I stayed away of all habits: bourgeoisie, fire and slippers.

I haven't changed on that point.

But Paris can become a tough city.

There was a trigger, I don't really know what.

That was the end of my childhood.

I decided to focus on and change my life.

I thought about enlisting. It a way to start a new life.

You know my story now.

When my time is done, I want to be a journalist.

I read a lot and always liked writing.

I want to see more countries and take a lot of pictures.

I wish I can meet someone as sincere as your girl.

I think I could love her.

You are right.

But it's not a solution for me.

I don't know how to live. How could I love?

The summer is very far.

Poor Greta Garbo. People think she is haughty scornful.

Actually, she is lonely and sad.

- It's half past noon. - A bit more.

This job is a bit monotone.

But I don't care.

- Are you coming to the restaurant? - I'm penniless.

I'll go to the drug-store and write a letter.

La travers�e de l'apparenzia, with Alain Delon and Juliette Gr�co.

Last summer, with Daniel, we saw Romy Schneider in the street.

- Let's go in. - Yes, Alain Delon is the more beautiful.

I know there is only one thing you are thinking about.

Leaving.

Thus, the time of indifference for us shall begin.

Don't you have a word to say?

An explanation?

A lie to make up?

Am I annoying you?

Listen, days will pass.

We will be separated and soon you will forget.

You are that kind. Very soon.

And I... will fall asleep.

Oblivion is a sleep.

When you wake up, you remember.

Sometimes, I will wake up.

We have met already, but don't know each other.

We did. Don't think it's a scheme to chase you.

It was in a little caf�.

A caf� near Etoile.

You had a big sandwich.

It's true. I often go there. It's near my office.

I remember. You were with a young blonde woman who looked sad.

Yes, she went to England.

We almost loved each other.

But we failed.

Can I walk with you?

- Do you like objects? - Yes, I want to be a decorator.

Look everywhere for unusual objects.

I like objects too.

They carry memories with them.

Tracks of time.

They are also scary.

I feel like I know them.

I often feel like I live in a strange world...

where I already saw the faces I meet.

When I arrive in a city for the first time...

I feel like I know the streets, the houses.

I recognize them. It's weird.

When I recognized you earlier, I wondered if it was not just an idea.

Everything is fine.

Still, I'm afraid.

You don't really know him.

Living with somebody all the time is a strange adventure.

But when you succeed, it's wonderful.

Memories of love keep coming back like reminiscences of fragrances.

Yes?

Yes?

Yes, I'm listening.

Mr Thi�baut is not here this morning.

Hello - pera.

Hello - spital.

Hello - belisk.

Daniel, in 3 days, the face of Paris has changed.

Spring is here already.

There are two Paris. One stayed in winter and the other one left for summer.

It's only a matter of days now. Everything seems beautiful.

I think this is happiness.

I'm waiting for you.

Yesterday, I thought about sometimes very sad.

What if someday I cannot see you anymore?

If I had to renounce to my love for you...

How could I keep on living?

I couldn't love another man.

Before experiencing true love, even with great imagination...

You can't know what it means.

Before I know you, I was looking at the people, their faces.

I didn't know how to choose.

I thought I'd get bored of a face. How could they?

Now, when I see a face I think of your.

I found all the answers in our love.

As spring arrived, letters from Daniel were less and less frequent.

Finally, summer came back..

It was very different from the previous one.

Then, autumn...

- Are you going back to Paris? - Yes.

- What will you do? - I don't know yet.

What about Genevi�ve?

You know, Genevi�ve...

You have to decide now. Or are you enlisting for 5 more years?

Are you crazy?

Too bad you don't live in Paris. You could talk to her.

I came to say goodbye. There is something I wanted to tell you.

I like you.

We were not as different as we thought.

I'd like to meet you again.

Thank you.

If you feel like it, write to me. You have my address.

I'll write back.

To me, Paris was just a word. Still...

My 20th birthday at the Royal Saint-Germain came back to my mind.

Brest was just a souvenir now.

Barely left, already forgotten.

These 5 long years... What was the point?

I didn't change much.

I think I didn't change much.

5 years lost.

5 years has passed.

5 little years, swallowed by time.

Do you want a rose?

- For who? - Your fianc�e.

- I don't have one. - I wish Brigitte Bardot was mine.

Bye, Sir.

Poor one.

Everything will end before it started.

What if I stayed with her? What if I could be loved?

I'm insane.

- It is over? - Yes.

- Since yesterday. - Finally!

Freedom is beautiful.

I remember you. The HQ told me you were from Paris.

After that, we lost contact.

I was sent to Brest.

Amusements, shows, strips... Tickets for 4 Francs.

Excuse me, Sir. Could you give me 55 Francs?

I'm ashamed, I live far. I'm penniless and can't take the subway.

You're the 15th person I'm asking to.

People are not friendly. I don't understand.

Some run away as soon as I speak. As if they were scared.

55 Francs, today...

What do you do? Do you work?

Well, no. Not yet.

I'm searching my way.

I go to school. Not often, but I do.

- Are you wandering? - Yes, as much as I can.

I go from place to place, I observe people...

It's interesting.

- Here are 100 Francs. - Thanks! You're nice.

I have to go, I have a connection. Goodbye, Sir.

They are all cods!

And I've been with the same pigs for 5 years.

Communal for everything.

Food, sleep and fun.

This morning, she gets up.

She bangs her hair... and says.

Man, I'm turning into a Boeing.

I'm going to the States.

You imagine the heart stroke it was.

A Calvados, Prince.

What was I saying? Oh, yes...

I'll talk to the American.

I'll tell him I disagree.

What he's doing is unacceptable.

He must do something for me.

Or what... will I have to work?

What a shame!

You, pal. You're my pal.

You're more than a pal. You're a friend.

Am I working to pay your drinks?

My drink is for you, my friend.

I am back in Paris.

Here is the chapter a writer could write...

5 years passed.

He came back to the place he lived as a child and where he was afraid to get lost.

He remarked nothing had changed.

In the caf� where he used to go, he felt like he could recognize familiar faces.

Or some looking alike.

He was surprised to go back where he got bored.

Precisely the place he fled.

He recognized that cunning and sudden vertigo that looked like a desire to die.

Every body shut up! I want to talk too!

Hey, Blondie.

You're eating. One passes time has one can.

Why isn't there a city where you can live all night long?

It's barely 2 A.M. and it's dead, empty already.

I, Sir, went to New-York and Tokyo. You can't go further.

There is always a time when people go to bed.

It's a disease. They have to sleep.

I don't like sleeping.

What a waste of time.

I love cities at night.

I was with some friends. They left an hour ago to go to bed.

It's a couple, they love each other. They are happy together.

I missed everything.

I won't tell you my life.

I love youth. But it's ephemeral. It passes.

One shouldn't love what is ephemeral.

Anyway, we must keep going and living.

Slowly, I have to renounce to everything I like.

The neons are fading. It's the sign that the sun is rising on Pigalle.

I have to sleep to be able to make a choice tomorrow.

Daniel! Daniel!

When did you arrive?

- One hour ago. - You just got here?

Great, today is Saturday!

A bride!

Look at your bride.

I thought it was a real one.

Listen...

You won't be happy with me.

Are you crazy?

I had faith as long as I wrote.

Then I understood, slowly.

This is not a life for me.

You will forget me.

Shut up.

You never loved me.

You can not love.

We would have be happy together.

What will you do?

I will leave.

I don't know where.

I will never forget you.

Leaving is sweet.

The Autumn is sweet.

Guy, you will be surprise to learn I'm writing from a small village, Ramatuelle.

I only knew the French Riviera in the Summer.

It's very different in winter.

I am back to a simple life in sunshine and calm.

I needed that.

I spent two horrible days in Paris.

I sadly broke up with Genevi�ve.

Guy, like you do, I think it's beautiful to be faithful.

Only love can dictate such an attitude.

I didn't love Genevi�ve, you understood it.

But her love was strong and sincere.

It was a sacrifice to give it up.

I could have fell into her love, like a shelter.

But love is something else. It can not be one way.

I left Paris. I don't want to live there. It's too difficult.

I know you like Paris, but I can not be happy there.

I'm traveling, going to small villages. I wander and think.

It's the first time of my life I feel like writing such things.

Used to being different, I had fell into loneliness.

This is a difficult attitude.

You entered my life in an unexpected way and time.

The time I spent in the Navy doesn't feel useless anymore.

I discovered what friendship is and its importance.

You will get to know me. I am not desperate or anything like that.

I'm just worried and doubtful.

I mist learn to live.

When you start over to make things differently...

You become original and uncommon.

You may look crazy to some people.

I'm not crazy. I just think everybody wants to do what he loves.

I'm going to travel. Disorientation is a good way to have a new point of view.

A childish look.

I will work to be free.

Free to choose, to change, to be different, to be myself.

What is great in life is that everything keep changing, including ourselves.

Your friend, Daniel.

The end