We've been in Marseilles for the last few days, which is a Southern French city that is close to north Africa. So the Arabic community here is vibrant; we have enjoyed meals at Arabic restaurants the last two evenings. Tonight all eyes at the restaurant were on a fiery speech about the current Israel-Hamas conflict in Gaza. People were listening silently as one side of the story rolled across the screen.
Prior to this sobering scene, we caught an afternoon showing of Woody Allen's latest film Vicky, Cristina Barcelona. I saw it in August, but this was Helen's first time. I enjoyed it then and now, and still concur with the review I filed before.
Today some of the fun was because we were just in Barcelona and could recall many of the sights that fill the screen. Barcelona is much sunnier in the summer, it seems. There was never a drop of rain, unlike the downpours we experienced. But Gaudi is still Gaudi, and thus still delightfully gaudy. The story--about how much we should settle down, and how much we should take a chance on new love--is timeless. But the Barcelona locale somehow made it more invigorating.