A passenger climbs in a taxi outside Charles de Gaulle airport, eager to get home for her son’s twenty-first birthday dinner. She’s taken this route so many times she could describe it with her eyes shut – the trucking company buildings that border the three lane highway, the ‘Paris-Centre’ sign that hangs from the flyover, the unmistakable smell of Parisian pollution as the three lane highway crawls closer to town. The passenger idly watches Paris speed by and listens to her taxi driver’s tales of love and border crossings. As he speaks, her own memories begin to surface: of her childhood in Berlin, her escape, and a love affair she buried long ago. And, as these unlikely friends weave through traffic and backstreets, sharing stories, a drive through Paris becomes a journey back in time.