Five Day Lover Page #3

but not every week.

My dream is to have

some peace and quiet.

Do you understand?

Some peace and quiet.

Just you and I.

Some peace and quiet.

Give me that, darling.

Don't worry.

Please let me take my baby.

He will have a runny nose, that's all.

That's our luggage.

Let's start off

with a nice breath of fresh air.

And to think

that some people stay in Paris...

"...He turned, filled with emotion,

towards the wild fields,

and blessed the Lord,

Creator of all Nature."

No, no. I don't understand

why you like poetry.

What did you say?

I don't understand

why you like poetry.

Keep going, it's very good.

"Didn't you dream

of an ancient mirror

where your face could dive

and be rejuvenated?

And suddenly catch your eyes

with your own hands..."

Really. Catch your eyes

with your own hands?

What?

"Catch your eyes

with your own hands..."

I am terribly moved.

It's...

Ah, this is completely wrong.

What?

The tree.

-You're not going to move it again?

-Yes, I am.

Come. Come!

You're going to move it to the right.

Come on.

No, straight ahead.

No, to the left.

Again, again.

There.

It's much better.

-I am exhausted.

-Not yet. Grab the ladder.

-No! No!

-You have to trim the top.

I can't wait for this weekend

to be over.

I can't stand

these "back to the land" Sundays.

Give me the pruner.

Come up here.

Oh, you want me to come up!

I'll go up to the moon!

Little tease!

Antoine, the neighbors.

-They can come and watch.

-Stop!

What are you doing?

You want me to come up, I come up.

You want me to stop, I stop.

Go on!

Right here.

Not even 1 0 centuries ago,

as far as the eye could see,

it was all clay, mud, and frogs.

The Prince set foot here

in his fine boots,

he made plans and gave orders,

and here we are.

What about the fountains?

Impressive, magnificent!

Irrigated by an elevated rice field,

projected through pipes that even

our modern engineers admire.

In 1 682, I remember.

The ambassadors were gathered

on these stairs.

Daddy?

Speaking of stairs, this is fun.

One, two, three, four...

The fourth one.

Right on this step,

the famed Chevillard...

You know, Chevillard?

He was a friend of Saint-Simon.

Who was, actually,

on the other side.

And let us never forget

that Saint-Simon wrote

only lit by candlelight.

And when I say candlelight,

don't forget that...

Anyway, so it was

Saint-Simon and Chevillard,

on these stairs,

in front of the ambassadors.

Captivating, isn't it?

As for the great castle,

it was rebuilt five times.

Her lover, the Cardinal,

comes closer.

The duke shudders.

The superb scarlet lover jumps.

Damn Arts Ministry!

They can't even maintain

their stupid stones!

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