we were today like in a Rohmer’s movie, because it was raining and all was quite pale, it could have been an scene taken from Conte de Printemps, for example. The same realism, unfurnished unfussy unadorned. And it always seems so odd to me that a morning should be so quiet, it wasn’t just quiet, it was slow, like Rohmer’s movies, like a pause, as if we were in something like a pause, or maybe as if we were paused, or just moving slowly.