parisians

Two friends, on stealing back hearts.

Cecily: Today I will go to Bordeaux for the very first time!

Arnaud: The woman I am in love with is there with her husband. If you see my heart somewhere around Bordeaux, pretend not to know me.

Cecily: I’ll pick it up from the floor and hide it in my purse on my way back to Paris. Like a fugitive orchid.

Arnaud: I don’t miss it. Tell it I am in Tasmania.

Carlo, to Cecily, after returning from Italy.

Carlo: Without you I become a bourgeois.

Two friends, on locality.

Arnaud: We are far away from the heart of Paris.

Cecily: Where is the heart of Paris?

Arnaud: It is where you live of course. Actually, no, you live between the Panthéon and Saint Germain — Paris’ brain. And I… I live on rue de Sèvres… in Paris’ wallet.