When the iron curtains of the stores are falling down one by one, a voice opens up, and a lament answers.
A song like a draft is taken up from mouth to mouth and runs away to the end of the street.
Porches and windows roar with a charivari of fingers’ snapping , mouth’ clapping, cheeks’ churning . Voices rub, rustle, whistle, whisper.
Une clameur monte de la Préfecture à la Bourse. Une vague de réclames enfle jusqu’au tollé général.
From this cacophony a refined vocal trio springs up and boasts the promises of eternal happiness, and there, a serenade duet stretches from one end of the street to the other.
Directed by Brigitte Cirla with music by M. Suner and J. Tricot
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