Le Flirt. Flirting. They say nice things, modern things. - How are you? I’m not lovable? Allow me? You have large desires. I would be on the moon! He sighs. He shakes his head.

Colin-Maillard. Blind Man’s Bluff. Look, Miss. One who loves you is a few steps away. He is pale: his lips tremble. You laugh? He holds his heart with both hands. But you go without guessing.

La Peche. The Catch. Murmurs of water in a river bed. Arrival of a fish, of another, two others. What does he do? This is a fisherman, a poor fisherman. Thank you. Everyone goes home, even the fisherman. Murmurs of water in a river bed.

Le Yachting. Yachting. What a time! The wind blows like a seal. The yacht dances. The sea is disassembled. Provided it does not break. Nobody can go back. I don’t want to stay here, says the pretty passenger. This is not a fun place. I prefer something else. Go get me a car.

Le Carnival. The confetti descending! Here is a melancholy masque. A drunken pierrot is malign. Supple dominoes arrive. They rush to see. Are they pretty?

Le Tango perpetuel. The perpetual tango. The tango is the dance of the Devil. This is what he prefers. The dance for cooling. His wife, his daughters & his servants cool down as well.