6:25 p.m., Place de la Madeleine, Paris, 8. Dancing at “Girls and Roses”. It’s dark, it’s raining. Marina, the florist, immediately accepts that I dance. She says: Your camera looks great, it looks like Barbie’s camera… (really?). She offers me the flowers to put in my hair and asks me: What about the music? I say that I will dance without any music, but in front of his astonished air I choose to put: “The Rose”. She prefers not to dance with me but takes pictures with a broad smile.