Despite my recent foray into life across the pond, my love for the French remains undiminished. Call me fickle or inconstant but I was sure my love of France had been eclipsed by England’s beauty…until today.
It all started over the summer when I saw Midnight in Paris. Whatever you may think about Woody Allen, the work is genius. The scenery, the representation of artistic greats and the costuming is beyond amazing.If you haven’t seen the film I highly suggest you rush to a theater before it disappears!
(Also as part of a semi-shameless plug, check out my post on Dormify about decorating your dorm room with Midnight in Paris as the inspiration)
Of course, with this as in all things, I was stubborn. I wanted to believe that my adoration stemmed from a love of Stein, Picasso and the beautiful music rather than from the city of love. Oh how wrong I was!
I’ve begun reading Lunch in Paris by Elizabeth Bard. The book details Ms. Bard’s experiences abroad, from studying in Scotland during her junior year through her time as a graduate student in London and onto meeting her husband and moving to Paris. The romance is like something out of a romantic comedy (emphasis on the comedy). The French seem in turn more relaxed and more uptight than I’d ever seen them.
The insights offered into the French mystique make me want to a) start wearing silk scarves b) bike everywhere c) learn to love French cuisine and d) watch French films. Obviously this is one to read!
Off to watch Amelie,