We went to see the new Woody Allen film, 'Midnight in Paris' this week. It starts and ends in the rain. (It also starts and ends with a Sydney Bechet track that I used to play as a teenager. When the music began I whispered to Himself, "this is going to be good!")
Neither of us had read any reviews and didn't know the story line, definitely an advantage.We both thought that the film was an absolute delight, with some laugh out loud moments. Owen Wilson, as the central character, Gil, was a welcome substitute for Woody, and his relationship with his father-in-law-to-be was a hoot.
The film is visually beautiful and it has left me thinking that it has been far too long since my last trip to Paris.
On that occasion it was also raining and it seemed appropriate to buy this postcard at the Louvre.
We stayed in a small hotel in the Marais district, wonderfully decorated. We felt as though we were in a Vuillard painting.
What did we do? Apart from shopping, do you mean?
We went to St-Germain-en-Laye to the museum 'Le Prieure', the former home of Maurice Denis., co-founder of the Nabis movement,
We went to the Cluny museum to marvel at the tapestries.
And on a couple of evenings it was off to the opera house to see some marvellous ballet and to gawp at Chagall's ceiling during the intervals.