One Glorious Creature, Going Like the Wind. The costumes are as elegant as the chocolaty bourgeois interiors.
Couples make love as golden sunlight streams through the windowpanes.
Ladies gossip in cavernous coffeehouses, their lovely hats perched atop sleek chignons. But talk is cheap. But you're the one who's toying with me. But it is I who have hypnotized him. Such dialogue is not helped by the riot of accents in which it is delivered.