In the Florentine cabinet that is Mitterrand's life, Solenn de Royer discovered a secret drawer, that of the president's last love. She drew from it a book written like a whisper, a confidence. Pages that turn like an old photo album that we show you modestly, specifying the hand on your shoulder, the details, the situations, the characters. Here and there emerge the pen of Chardonne and the memories of Benoîte Groult; we hear Barbara and Aznavour singing -
How sad Venice is
- but following the amorous quest that Solenn de Royer retraces, with great finesse of approach and delicate sensitivity, it is first of all Michel Berger who comes to the fore. ear and his
Groupie of the pianist
. Claire, in fact,
"fucks her whole life in the air"
to meet François Mitterrand's gaze.
She is brilliant, hard-working, facetious but she spends her life waiting for her, for a word, for a tender gesture: in Paris as in Strasbourg, in front of her apartment in the rue de
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