In the backyard, Coco Chanel is speaking with Philipe Lanark, and while she is imagining herself with him he is being careful with what he says, he’s even put his drink down, because he can sense Coco Chanel is trouble, if not troubled, and he knows he has a reputation, but he does not want to become known as the man who couldn’t keep his hands off a teenager. Behind them, Clémentine and Sam suck lollipops – Etienne de Bosch had a confectioner a block away make chimney lollipops out of butterscotch and mint and bourbon – and the girls are taking in the scene, each realizing how much they could learn and perhaps it might be time to learn it. “I love your sunglasses,” Sam tells Clémentine for perhaps the fourth time today, and Clémentine behaves as if she’s never heard the words before and she thanks her friend and they return to the vapid stare of ingénues overwhelmed by the reality of their surroundings.
