Jeanne moves from room to room.
In the anonymous hotel bedrooms of Paris - Hotel Agate, Hotel Prince Albert, Hotel Prince Monceau, Hotel Coypel, Hotel Nord & Champagne - she undresses man after man, forgetting faces, names, pleasures, thoughts, and all physical attributes but one.
In her head, a palace of memories is being built, image by new image, lover by new lover.
There is no pathologizing Jeanne; she resists it.
There is no way to impose a story on Jeanne; she escapes it.
There is no pitying Jeanne, no lusting after Jeanne, no uncovering the secret to Jeanne; she won't allow it.
Jeanne moves from room to room.