Passage à 4 temps

During my journey there are encounters of everyday music. My neighbour’s cello, my flatmate’s voice mixes with piano tuners. If we walk around, the Romanian Circus gipsy dances take over the street and Paris livens up with the sunny pace of a town with ocean reflections, however ignored by the local children.

번역이 없어 영어 줄거리를 표시합니다.