Hascoët, Émile, Léo, and Paul are a rowdy group of teenage skateboarders. They pile into Léo’s mom’s car and drive to Barcelona, the mecca of skateboarding, for their first trip away as almost-adults. They live on vacuum-sealed tortillas, drink warm cans of Lemon Damm, and spend their days and nights at MACBA. The beach might as well not exist, and the Sagrada Família is just something they pass on the way. All that matters is skating, drifting through the city, and burning through those first fragile days of freedom. Ten years later, they try to piece it back together over a few scattered phone calls. The memories are still there, but something has shifted. What once felt infinite now comes back in fragments.

Antoine’s dreamy gaze slowly shifts from the jellyfish he’s fascinated by to Jeanne, his brother’s girlfriend, who’s come to stay with them in Gouville for the holidays.

Paris in summer. Maxime has a revelation: Camille, the pretty cashier at the supermarket no longer interests him. The problem is, he does not know how to tell her without hurting her. The other problem is that in fact he has never dared to speak to her.

Antoine, 14, skateboards through the streets of Bordeaux with his friends and his little camera. Paul, 25, spends a night in the city with his friends, rewinding the movie.