— But what about us?
— We'll always have Paris.
— You take these photographs yourself?
— Uh, yeah. You like them?
— Yeah, yeah, they're beautiful.
— That's always been my dream to live in Paris.
— What's stopping you?
— Um... reality. It's that what usually gets in the way of dreams.
— Ah, I can't say.
— Come on, Max. You must talk something.
— I guess, um... I guess, uh... All I really want is to be useful... And just once, you know. Make a real difference.
— You'll get your chance.
— Ah, never been.
— Oh, you're missing out. Everyone has to disappear, at least once.
— What's so special, then?
— It's harder to describe, really.
— Tell me.
— It's, uh, the way the streets look... and the life that people endears. And the rain... The way it sticks into your eyelashes. Makes everything
a painting. And it's just...
La regarde de travers
Mais la Seine s'en balance
Elle n'a pas de souci
Elle se la coule douce
Le jour comme la nuit
Et s'en va vers le Havre,
et s'en va vers la mer
En passant comme un rêve
Au milieu des mystères
Des misères de Paris.
You can't, 'cause, like, you look around, every... Every street, every boulevard is its own special art form. And when you think that in the cold, violent, meaningless universe, that Paris exists, these lights... I mean, come on, there's nothing happening on Jupiter or Neptune, but from way out in space... You can see these lights, the cafes, people drinking, and singing... I mean, for all we know, Paris is the hottest spot in the universe.
You may have read in travel folders that Paris is a city that never sleeps. Don't you believe it. At this time of the day there is nothing doing... unless you're working for the department of sanitation. If you want a nightcap at Maxim's, it's too late. It's been closed for hours. If you want to jump off the Eiffel Tower, it's too early. It won't be open for hours. So, if you're looking for a little action, forget the high-rent district.