Cecily, waltzing through the Tuileries.

Cecily: Oh just listen to the jingle-jangle of the mini Eiffel Tower key rings and see the glossy skin of the unnecessarily handsome African salesmen!

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.