It is a beautiful,
cool,
morning,
here in Montreal.
I slept like a baby.
Last night,
a new friend,
a movie fanatic,
invited me over,
to watch,
Midnight In Paris,
on blue ray,
on big screen.
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This is a movie,
I have been wanting,
to see,
for a few years,
now.
I missed seeing it,
when it first came out,
and,
customers,
mostly,
had been telling me,
I had to see this movie.
All kinds of things,
stopped me from,
getting a chance to see it.
Odd,
I’m very found of,
Woody Allen’s,
movies,
so literate,
so visually romantic,
I’ve loved,
Manhattan for years,
the music,
the black and white,
happy sigh
But,
Midnight In Paris….
you know,
how,
sometimes,
a work of art,
touches every string,
your heart posseses?
That’s Midnight In Paris.
I’ve never been to,
Paris,
and this is,
the Paris of my imagination,
the beauty of the city,
the legend of all the beautiful,
people,
who’ve lived and created,
there.
The lost generation.
The jazz music.
I loved this movie,
and,
what a delight,
to see it with someone,
who shares that delight.
Later girls,
BB
