In this scene, Mandounette bums around at the Place des Vosges, whose former residents included kings, queens, Victor Hugo, and a bunch of other classy types.

Shortly before my impromptu departure for the States, my friend Roya and I invested in a "portable bar", which consisted of several cans of 1664 (simply called "seize" here), a pack of Gauloises Rouges, some matches, and a bag of salted pistachios. We made a lot of friends at the Place des Vosges, where we sat for hours, including an Esmeralda-type bohemian with whom we bartered a cigarette for some indispensable advice: Don't go into the fountain, it will cut your feet. She had been dancing in the fountain when we arrived, egged on by her beet-red manfriend, who we decided must be a painter. When we finally were able to peel ourselves from the grass, we made our way to the Paradis du Fruit to meet some friends and drink a smoothy...followed by happy hour pints of Guinness and a wine-filled picnic by the Seine. Yeah, didn't feel so hot the next day...