A junction of twelve boulevards and the foot of Champs‑Élysées. A haberdashery clerk walks to the metro each morning, and has to pick a shortcut every time. A stranger cuts into his routine, and the elegant gentleman exacts fatal vengeance.

Called the moralist of French cinema, Rohmer surprises threefold in this humorous sketch. Firstly, with the documentary, vital shots of Paris and ethnographic nuance. Secondly, with the possibility that perhaps Friedkin saw this before making his The French Connection (1971). Thirdly, with comedic gags uncharacteristic of Rohmer that could just as easily be done by his contemporary Tati.