Jean Pierre Billaud

Paul, ten, is in love with Wendy, a girl from the village where he spends his holidays. Paul would like to confess his feelings to her, but he doesn't even dare to invite her to dance.

In the heart of the city, in the heart of life, in a public garden, there was once a bench, all alone. A moment of respite, a pause. A save haven, a place of shelter, a refuge. A stage. A crossroads. Just a little bit of wood and steel.