A pretty little village in Provence. Yes, I grew up there but it seems to me today that life has
somewhat deserted it. Apart from here, at the garage, that everyone, meaning the men,
comes to in order to get their cars looked after. What do they do? What do they talk about?
A breakdown turns into a puzzle full of suspense. The garage becomes the place for male
transmission. There are only men here, and they repair metal bodies.