5pm and on. Sunday afternoon, French movies, red wine. And then you find yourself out again, blinded by an almost setting sun in a crowded street. There's a new Corea style restaurant nearby, with a North African waiter serving a bunch of young couples lost to the silence of their smartphones. Another warm day amidst the farewell of this summer, and still there's a certain cloudy sadness in all the people-shaped small universes, travelling these avenues, crossing each others paths without really getting to know each other. But maybe that's just how a biased mind perceives the world on Sunday afternoons, after having red wine and watching French movies.