Mr. Hulot's vacation

. Film restored in high definition Holidays, as everyone knows, are not made for fun. Everyone knows it, except Monsieur Hulot, who, pipe in the air and silhouette in a fan, takes life as it comes, scandalously upsetting at the wheel of his old Salmson car bursting with the summer tranquility of vacationers who settle in with their habits of city dwellers in this small seaside resort on the Atlantic coast. He walks in seaside boredom, the amazed pleasure of sand castles. And, all of a sudden, boredom bursts into laughter, while the sandcastles open onto Sleeping Beauty and, to the cries of the children, the little beach backfires and shines like a Fourteenth of July. But here is September. Monsieur Hulot, oblivious to the scandal, returns ... Where does he go anyway? In the clouds, no doubt, from which he had never left. But the children, after he was gone, looked at the sky for a long time