The tender mother of romance, of love, of amour. Oh, but not all the love stories of...

Narrator:

Ah, my friends, this is Paris. Gay, beautiful, wonderful, magnificent Paris. Paris: The tender mother of romance, of love, of amour. Oh, but not all the love stories of France begin in Paris. Oh, no, no, no, no. There was one, for example, a quite unusual one that began in the hot sun-drenched region in the south of France in the province known as Provence. The time is around the turn of the century. You call it the gay nineties, no? But that is beside the point. This is the story of a little female citizen of France who is as beautiful and as innocent as her name. And her name is Mewsette. No last name, just Mewsette