Nuit de Sable

In this garden of the sumptuous Palais Royal, out of sight, the pages of a book are slowly turned. Intrigued, a silhouette steps forward to start the conversation. It is there, in the late afternoon, sitting on a bench in front of a sumptuous bed of smelling roses mixed with sand, where they meet. Unconcerned about the passing time, reality eventually catches up with them. The guard's keys come to close the garden doors...