He says he needs the cane to fend off the advances of unsavory characters who lurk along the banks of the Seine when he goes walking in the wee hours. The shopkeeper is an old woman anxious to do business with him but insistent that he obtain the proper permit for such a weapon. Terry vows to get the official permission in short order, but in the meantime decides to buy an umbrella with a sharply pointed steel spike. This he fits with a rubber cap to effectively prevent the spike from slashing innocent passers-by and he's satisfied until some blocks later we discover that the woman has cheated him. When we return, of course, the shop is closed up tight.
Terry is despondent.
The sun returns to the skies over Paris. Terry was for a time convinced that Rouch was the key to opening the wonders of Lascaux to him by virtue of the latter's vaunted position in the French Ethnographic Society. A white haired man in his 70's appears at the front of the theatre and mumbles for a while. We cannot translate. This is Jean Rouch.