Night. Cold winter twilight. You wake up to your husband coming from a business trip. You begin to hug him and realize that he somehow brought another to your house. You rush around the apartment, throw something in the bag and run where your eyes look. They're looking at work. (Why, in such cases, the heroines of European films run anywhere but to their parents is a subject for reflection.)
You're tired. Tomorrow you will start a long-awaited vacation – a trip to the sea. But now I don’t want to think about it at all... Sitting on a sofa to bait (for good the day off and the office is empty), you hear the voice of the boss looking for some papers. You are sick, you can understand.
Having finally found, not without your help, the paper, the boss casts a sad look at you from under thick eyebrows and guesses that you need help. You're lying about a missing plane and he's offering you a ride. He says he's going that way anyway. And you? What about you? You don't care where you are right now.
And the therapy begins with expensive people, buildings, landscapes. This is one of my favorite movies.
Heroes stop at Notre Dame du O, one of the most original churches built by Le Corbusier in Ronchard. And it gives the first impetus to recovery. By the way, the main character works in an architectural bureau, and her boss once wanted to change the world and worked with Le Corbusier until he died.
I didn’t want this movie to end. I even paused on purpose to prolong the pleasure, because it is delicious. Very cozy and human. Love at first sight.