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My friend Daniel was harping on about the relatively new Woody Allen film 'Midnight In Paris'. 'You have to see it, do it, do it'. I knew why. He had gotten married to his Parisian / Americain wife in Venice a few years earlier. After having hob nobbed with their crowd in Venice I went back to Paris for a few months. There, in that particular summer, I felt as though I was part of my own little Jazz Age - cycling around Paris and having a grand old time. How the year's got behind me so soon I have no idea. Daniel knew the film would be a great trip down memory lane.

The irony of 'Midnight In Paris' for me was that it showed me that the Paris I thought I had found was simply the Paris most non-Parisians go searching for. Having dined at most of the restaurants in the film - from Polidor, Le Grand Vefour, The Meurice, Braserrie Lipp (I took OW there for the first time) - it really was a trip down memory lane but it made me feel like a huge walking cliche. Something funny to note, at least my interpretation,  is that contrary to the movie's portrayal, the Lost Generation did not all congregate together that frequently - nor did they have that much money to party and drink. Most of them, including Fitzgerald and Hemingway, struggled financially during this period. If I am wrong, please leave a comment below.