A young couple reflect on their aimless and lives and lost moments of idyllic happiness…as well as the lost innocence of the world around them.

« JEAN-PIERRE: Everything needs some structure. That's what you don't seem to realise! / FRANÇOISE: You even talk like them, too! No, Jean-Pierre, we can't let that happen. When you talk about our kid's life, it really hurts me. What you're saying is: he's born, he grows up, then one day he gets old and dies. That's so dull! How can you ever feel life with such a shrivelled-up heart? I say: we've brought a kid into the world --maybe a mistake-- but what can you do except your best to give him a life? The sun, the universe, let's show him all that. / JEAN-PIERRE: You're still overflowing with poetry. / FRANÇOISE: No, just realities different from yours. I believe in what I can feel and see. When the sun warms me up, I don't think about the night. You're too complicated to breathe in and smell things. Hey, we've still got a free night before the baby comes back. Why don't we go out? We could dance the night away like we used to. »