Mr. Ballon is a balloon.

Perhaps that's why we already feel like we know him. He's a bit like the universal toy. The one who has traversed all ages without anyone knowing his own. The one who has carried his balloon across every continent. The one who has been inflated in every language. The one who has been grasped by every child's hand, even those who haven't been children for a long time. The one who is at once free, fragile, simple, and poetic, all while being filled with air. The one we now call Monsieur, whose universe, as vast as the sky and whose thoughts, as naive as they are absurd, you are about to discover.