Even now I don't understand the essence of love, but back in my more inexperienced teenage years, whether it was Agnès b. or A.P.C., I forget, a lovely female sales clerk recommended the film "Un homme et une femme". The car with the round headlights wasn't a Renault or Citroën, but a Ford Mustang. And when you say Mustang, you think of fenders. The guitar kind.