at last , after the rainy days in paris , with endless raindrops pecking at the cobblestones , where jeans upset stomach kept them under house arrest in a classy suite of the hotel de pompadour , after she had eaten too many oyster cakes in a cozy , romantic bistro off the champs-lyses , and ran up the hotel bill by wrecking some furniture in the room , like a caged femme fatale in heat , they were now happy-go-lucky lovebirds , massaging each other with tanning oil in the sensual sands of the cte dazur .