"Pourquoi les napolitains mangent t-ils de la pizza du matin au soir ? Parce qu'ils ont la pizza à la coupe ! Faites comme eux et dites basta à la pizza grosse comme une roue de Vespa."
Deux trattorias où se fournir :
Di Loretta, 62 rue Rodier, 9e, du mardi au dimanche. Fermé du 6 au 16 août.
De 4 à 10€ la part.
tél: 01 48 78 42 56.
Caldo Freddo, 34-36 Rue Montorgueil, 1er
De 4 à 5,30€ la part .
tél: 01 44 76 04 21.
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Showing posts with label Midnight in Paris. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Midnight in Paris. Show all posts
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
One to Watch: Woody and Paris after Midnight.
Paris today during the day and Paris of the 1920's after midnight.
That's not hard to imagine for anyone who has spent time in the City of Light, and Woody Allen's new film, Midnight in Paris, shows a "Paris, golden and gray, breezy and melancholy, immune to its own abundant clichés"
In the concluding paragraph of The New York Times movie review by A.O. Scott
"Mr. Allen has often said that he does not want or expect his own work to survive, but as modest and lighthearted as “Midnight in Paris” is, it suggests otherwise: Not an ambition toward immortality so much as a willingness to leave something behind — a bit of memorabilia, or art, if you like that word better — that catches the attention and solicits the admiration of lonely wanderers in some future time. Ah, did you once see Woody plain? How strange it seems, and new"
see The Old Ennui and the Lost Generation
That's not hard to imagine for anyone who has spent time in the City of Light, and Woody Allen's new film, Midnight in Paris, shows a "Paris, golden and gray, breezy and melancholy, immune to its own abundant clichés"
In the concluding paragraph of The New York Times movie review by A.O. Scott
"Mr. Allen has often said that he does not want or expect his own work to survive, but as modest and lighthearted as “Midnight in Paris” is, it suggests otherwise: Not an ambition toward immortality so much as a willingness to leave something behind — a bit of memorabilia, or art, if you like that word better — that catches the attention and solicits the admiration of lonely wanderers in some future time. Ah, did you once see Woody plain? How strange it seems, and new"
see The Old Ennui and the Lost Generation
Labels:
Carla Bruni,
France,
Michael Sheen,
Midnight in Paris,
Owen Wilson,
Paris,
Rachel McAdams,
Woody Allen
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