Sometimes the spy business goes round and round and round. Here we see an obvious surveillance scene in a hotel room. The baguette, coffee, newspaper and photograph on the table are a dead giveaway. The target of our surveillance is sitting at the Chez Bella Café across the street, but he’s also a spy conducting surveillance judging from the diplomatic envelope on the table. He’s observing someone while under surveillance himself. Nor does it end there. In the window at upper left, a tripod-mounted camera is pointing at us. So someone is watching us, while we watch the man at the café, who is watching yet another target. No wonder they call spying a game.