I’ve been feeling the pull and split of New York and Paris a lot again lately. How is it possible to love two so radically different cities so much? To want to be in both cities, and not give either up?
But since I am in New York, I’ve been dying to get a hit of Paris through Woody Allen’s Midnight in Paris—I just haven’t had the time yet. Hopefully this week. In the meantime, I watched Manhattan on DVD. Somehow, I don’t think I’ve ever seen it. And, wow, what a love letter to New York. Just what I needed to see right now. Reassurance that this city is amazing and I am so lucky to be here and that, oui, I am still in love. And I don't care what anyone says, Woody Allen just cracks me up.