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Party like a punk star

bastille day2 In past years, the arrival of Bastille Day has taken me back to my one brief visit to Paris during an unscheduled airport layover.

Not any more.

Now my mind’s eye is full of images of Craig Ferguson, Geoff the Robot and Secretariat when they took the Late Late Show to the City of Love last year. Cavorting beneath the Arc de Triomphe. Interviewing celebrity pals around a teetering desk on the Eiffel Tower green.  Performing amid a bevy of dancing girls on the legendary Moulin Rouge stage.

craig moulin rougeYep, if anyone knows how to celebrate La Fête Nationale…

It’s Craigy Ferg.

très français

HAPPY BASTILLE DAY!

I’ve only spent one day in Paris.

That was during an unscheduled layover at Charles de Gaulle Airport.  I suddenly found myself with eight hours to kill…and I wasn’t going to spend them in the terminal.

So I took the airport bus to the Arc de Triomphe, and spent the day walking around the city.  No plans.  No map.  No French.

And I was dragging my wheelie bag behind me the entire time because they wouldn’t let me leave it in an airport locker for such a short time.

Sacrebleu!

The weather was lovely.  The people very helpful and nice — that’s right, they were nice (at least to my face).  And the city was incredibly beautiful.  When I rode the bus back to the airport later that evening, I had two thoughts.

  1. I am definitely coming back to Paris for a longer stay.
  2. The Eiffel Tower is short.

I bet they threw those fireworks up there by hand.


Change is good

Sometimes a change in scenery is good, sometimes time runs out in a certain spot. — Phil Nevin

Leaving New York City is very good for Woody Allen.

I loved Match Point, set in London, which Allen completed in 2005. Oscar voters loved Vicky Cristina Barcelona, giving Penelope Cruz the Best Supporting Oscar nod.

And Allen’s newest endeavor, Midnight in Paris, may be the biggest charmer of them all.

Allen is not in the film.  That is a good thing. Owen Wilson plays the Woody role, but he plays it as an optimist. I swore I saw the sun shining in his eyes a few times, he is so upbeat (even when he is sad).

His counterpoint is Rachel McAdams, his fiancee and generally unlikable person.  Her parents are even less so.  There is a big “THUD” when they appear on screen because there is no nuance to their characters, but perhaps they are supposed to be the dose of reality.

Because the rest of the film is magic.  Owen’s love affair with the city of Paris.  The people he meets…and he meets some pretty fantastic people.  The unexpected cameos and brilliant performances by actors not mentioned in any promotion for the film.  (I was surprised; I want you to be, too.)

I enjoyed Midnight in Paris so muchIt was, quite simply, a delight.

Guess where I’m jonesin’ to go now?