On a boulevard near Montmartre, Mancebo runs his small grocery shop. His family lives upstairs, just across from his cousin’s cobbler’s workshop. Life is peaceful—until Madame Cat walks in and asks him to spy on her husband. Reluctantly, Mancebo becomes a detective, and nothing is quite as it seems.
Meanwhile, at a nearby café, a journalist is approached with a strange question: “Are you waiting for Monsieur Bellivier?” She says yes—and is pulled into an apparently meaningless job, forwarding emails and receiving flowers from the front desk every day. But why? And who is Monsieur Bellivier, really?

A man from Paris loses his entire family when they fall from a pink granite cliff in the small village of Ploumanac’h in Brittany. Back in Paris he shuts himself in his wife’s office where he searches through her computer and files to find an explanation for the tragedy. He starts to wonder if he ever truly knew his wife. At the same time we are introduced to an old man as well as a local policeman, both affected by the accident on the beach. The old man witnessed the fall from the cliff but keeps the whole truth to himself. For the policeman the event awakens traumatic memories. It poses questions about who is sane and who is not. About preconceived notions, faith, fear, compassion, about creating one’s own reality.