Entre Marcel Aymé et Sholem Aleichem, Cyrille Fleischman dresse un castelet où s'affairent les héros d'épopées minuscules, sortis du petit peuple ashkénaze de Paris.
Imagine the heroes of Sholom Aleichem emigrating to France....one or two generations later.... some of them miraculously survive World War II and return to France - but underneath, it's still the same Pletzl (Yiddish name for Paris), with its typical expressions, jokes, sense of humor. Add a touch of Zweig, mix with Alice Hoffman's magical realism, transfer the action to Paris... you get the idea.
An appliance store owner comes to the customers' apartments to repair a broken TV, tries to wiggle out of the situation, and when the TV is fixed, the picture of the guy comes up on TV, advising the family to leave him alone, since TV's are not perfect yet.
A young guy is a salesperson in his father's business, but is writing a book on Jean-Jacques Russo on the side - in 13 years he has written about 26 pages, constantly rewriting and perfecting his opus. He enters a cafe, but a gust of wind scatters the pages, and some of them land in a cup of hot chocolate in front of an attractive brunette. He falls in love on the spot, marries, has a baby, and the book is abandoned.
An older guy is unhappy with the building manager who forgets to change the light bulb in his apartment building. One night, he slips and falls down, and - oh miracle - is found by an attractive divorcee neighbor who invites him upstairs for a cup of tea. Nothing goes right, however - an old busybody neighbor materializes and practically drags him into his apartment, peppering him with good advice and reminiscences of the "old country". A chance for a romance is lost, the lady moves out soon after, the light bulb has not been changed, and there is no place for love - at least, in this building.