The other day I saw a pretty decent movie,"Midnight in Paris".
It was one of those movies with a "transported back in time" theme.
Think of "Back to the Future", "Hot tub time Machine" and Elvira's movie macabre (1984) "Blood Bath"- except for this was classier.
The main character, Owen Wilson, as a writer, longed to be back in"the golden age"( the 1920's) in Paris. At the stroke of midnight he was having cocktails with FScott Fitzgerald, Ernest Hemingway and Salvador Dali. There was something that was so rich and appealing about this movie. Maybe it was the costumes, the scenery or just the state of mind that was created.
I could almost taste a hot melted chocolate drink and the feel of stiffly starched blouse along with soft custom leather boots. You could almost smell the crisp cedar from the fireplace along with a soft lingering sweet scent of a pipe.
Would I want to be back in time?
No, but it was fun to fantasize about it, at least for a little while.
I kind of want to go to Paris now.
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