ジェーンは教会で眠った

A day conceived like a postcard: neat, delicate, with a planned itinerary and a naive belief that everything will go according to plan. Coffee, omelette, park, aquarium - as if life could be reduced to a list and lived without unnecessary thoughts. But somewhere between the penguins and the evening conversation, the morning is suddenly lost, and the memory becomes as soft as a nap on a bench in an old church.

Everything around seems to be shot through a warm filter - a little absurd, a little sacred. And while the world rushes by, time here has frozen in the breath of two people who have forgotten what they were doing, but seem to have done everything right for the first time.