Midnight in Paris

We all have memories which stay with us for the rest of our lives. One of mine is of a night when, walking back home on the Rue des Francs Bourgeois, I was attracted and bewitched by an incredible, unreal goldish light falling like a shining veil over the Place des Vosges, in the Marais. I thought that they were making a film. Coming into the square I found myself alone, surrounded by the century old private mansions illuminated by a huge gold full moon leaning against the rooftop of one of the mansions. What a surprise, what a show, what a gift!

I love walking in Paris during the night, noticing the sudden sounds breaking through, admiring the interiors of the old apartments: the ceilings decorated with wooden beams, the beautiful chandeliers, the paintings on the walls. I often imagine that I am changing epochs exactly like Gil Pender, the main character, played by Owen Wilson in Woody Allen’s movie Midnight In Paris. Around midnight, under the cover of the night, magic happens…