In Paris, the city of love, a woman in her early forties meets her fairy tale prince: no longer as slim and trim as in the movies, but attentive, tender, charming, and even with a castle in the French countryside. The idyll seems perfect; a shared life and even a child could still be possible with a bit of luck and medical assistance. But is this really love, or just an illusion? When faced with the reality check, the beautiful dreams burst like soap bubbles. The story, told with great ease and sparkling irony, comes to an end that, despite all the horror, also has a liberating quality.

Light-hearted and humorous, yet also filled with seriousness and her own elegance, Anne Weber writes about the depths of love, the harsh reality when the rose-colored glasses are removed, leaving behind the sobering truth of one's own gullibility.