No New Orleans gigs till August: we're in Paris for the summer. Planning to eat some great food, read the papers on my chaise longue [sic], stroll through the city, write a novel, practice the clarinet, and see a lot of films. That may be what I miss most about living in New Orleans: the absence of a decent movie house (except the Prytania) and the limited choice of good films. Here there are real cinemas all over the place and about 400 films on offer at any given time. The one we saw the other night was a winner: Woody Allen's "Midnight in Paris," a thoroughly entertaining fantasy about an incurable francophile romantic wandering through time in this magical city. Now that's a story I can identify with. Stay tuned for more musings from Paris.
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