Taking a 1996 city trip to Paris with his seventy-year-old mother as his leitmotif, Moeyaert sketches an intimate portrait of his mother, but also discovers how surprisingly often Paris has played a role in his life and realises how little he told his parents about himself. Drawing on letters, photographs and diary excerpts, he gives a frank discussion of his late coming of age – the period of searching after his early debut as an author. He tries to find answers, including ones for the questions he didn’t ask his mother in Paris.
