Le jardinier de la Pompadour

In the sleepy village of Boissise‑la‑Bertrand, a modest stone house clings to the riverbank, its walls draped with climbing vines and its garden bursting with color. Jasmin Buguet, a third‑generation florist, tends rows of roses, tulips, anemones and geraniums that rival the nearby chateau’s displays. Each morning the garden awakens with the sunrise, its terraces arranged like miniature theatres where every bloom competes for attention. The scent of earth and blossoms fills the air, setting a tranquil backdrop for the life that unfolds there.

When the chambermaid of a local noblewoman requests a handful of pink flowers for a ceremonial carriage, Jasmin’s pride and generosity are put to the test. He cuts the prized laurel branches, prepares a careful parcel, and watches as the carriage driver promises to deliver it promptly. Meanwhile, his mother arrives with a hearty breakfast, grounding the scene in simple, rustic hospitality. As the Seine rolls by in the mist, the gardener’s world balances duty, family, and the quiet beauty of his floral realm.