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
