"how is anyone ever gonna come up with a book, or a painting, or a symphony, or a sculpture that can compete with a great city. You can't. Because you look around and every street, every boulevard, is its own special art form and when you think that in the cold, violent, meaningless universe that Paris exists, these lights"
One of my favorite movies of all time. Paris in the '20s is where my mind goes when I can't sleep. I am constantly transported to the late night cafes and romantic street lights of Paris whenever a Cole Porter starts to play on my Dad's old record player. I know they say that nostalgia is denial, but no one can compare Paris in the '20s to anything in this day and age. Except, perhaps, Paris now.
For more nostalgia...
For more nostalgia...
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