Eylül Kuleli

Lisbon, 1980, the city, the intensity, the chaos, the noise, the crowd. Overwhelmed by the commotion, a young woman sets off in search of peace in the palace gardens of Sintra. Her red umbrella glides across the pearly whiteness of the rising mist.

A group of guests are enjoying an exuberant feast, orchestrated by a mysterious violinist; but are they not enjoying themselves a little too much?