Cinematheque Francaise

At 63 yo I fell in love with Paris, interestingly, I was totally on my own, my wife had just flown back to America after a wondrous week with me in Iceland, a time of romantic and sexual reawakening. But Paris was about me and my imaginative life, my Midnight in Paris scenario along the Seine. My opening sequence is about sitting in a video library in the Cinematheque watching a French dubbed version of Ghost Dog film with Forrest Whitaker. Since I know little French I simply responded to the images and lighting and cinematic language, and since I watched this film decades ago and vaguely remembered the plot, I just gave in to every impression and sensation flowing through me. And though this might seem prosaic or dull, far from it, it is connected to everything I experienced that week, and can it really be a coincidence that upon leaving the viewing room, a young Parisian woman, a film student at one of the exhibits made an unequivocable pass at me (something that rarely happens--let me tell you).