And that is what happens when a french girl meet an italian lute player .
Mostly ? Something about love. Well, let's say amour. It's better this way. Also because we're living in the city of love (Paris ? No. Venice. The same), and because we're swimming in this sea of cliché, that we reject, accept, absorbes, laugh about, love and hate.
It's about music instruments, it's about french music, it's about lute, concertina, ukulele, guitar. it's about him, about me, and about a baby girl. Mostly about her.