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A cinematic, nostalgic storybook scene in an Edwardian-style bedroom of a prosperous European bourgeois home, around the 1930s but with furniture and décor already old-fashioned even then. Deep walnut wood, muted olive green and burgundy, aged cream wallpaper, heavy curtains and refined early-20th-century furnishings. The room is almost completely dark, illuminated only by a warm reading lamp on the bedside table. Monsieur Delacourt, an elderly white-haired pastry chef with a magnificent huge white moustache is asleep peacefully in bed, wearing a simple vintage white nightshirt and covered to the waist by an old-fashioned quilt. An open book rests gently in his lap, and his old-fashioned reading glasses remain on his nose. The warm lamp illuminates mainly Delacourt’s face and upper body, and the bedside table beside him. On it stands a glass of water on a small white crocheted doily, and beside it an ornate framed, black and white family photograph turned partly toward the bed and partly toward the viewer. The photograph clearly shows a younger Delacourt, his wife, and their six-year-old curly-haired daughter, all naturally posed together as a loving family. The photograph is important and clearly visible, but still naturally part of the scene. Delacourt is already asleep and does not look at it. No supernatural elements, no sadness, no dramatic lighting, only the quiet intimacy of an ordinary late evening. Dark, restrained colors, realistic period details, warm lamplight, subtle melancholy, elegant cinematic composition.
For many decades, Monsieur Delacourt felt that the most important moment of the day was not the opening of his Patisserie in the morning, but the last movement before falling asleep. The movement that was repeated every night: a gentle kiss pressed to his fingertip, then placed softly on the glass of an old frame. Tonight, he sleeps especially deeply, as if somewhere in the quiet of the night, a beautiful dream were waiting for him.
