
Marguerite loses her wallet, and it's found by Georges, a seemingly happy head of family. As he looks through the wallet and examines the photos of Marguerite, he finds he's fascinated with her and her life, and soon his curiosity about her becomes an obsession.
A quiet, unsettling gaze into the abyss of loneliness. It's a film that lingers, exploring the dangerous allure of the unknown and the quiet desperation that can bloom in the mundane. A contemplative, almost voyeuristic experience.















