as time goes by

lately i've been on an old movie kick.

i've watched 

sabrina (1954)

the curse of frankenstein (1957)

casablanca (1942)

 & gone with the wind (1939).

as i watch these movies,

i find myself just loving humphrey bogart,

as well as the idea of running away to paris.

"paris isn't for changing planes, it's for changing your outlook!

for throwing open the windows & letting in...

letting in la vie en rose."

"paris is for lovers.

maybe that's why i stayed only 35 minutes."

out of all these movies though,

i really loved sabrina & casablanca.

in sabrina, audrey hepburn describes to humphrey bogart

what he must do the first night he runs away to paris.

she says, 

"this is what you do on your very first day in paris.

you get yourself, not a drizze, but some honest-to-goodness rain,

& you find yourself someone really nice

& drive her through the bois de boulogne in a taxi.

the rain's very important.

that's when paris smells its sweetest.

- it's the damp chestnut trees."

now i find myself so badly wanting to

run away to paris with a lover,

& doing just that.

or at least leaving for paris,

& falling in love with someone i can't have,

like in casablanca.

"we'll always have paris."
(& oh how'd i'd just go weak at the knees if a boy ever said to me,
"here's lookin' at you, kid."
the way humphrey bogart does.)

there's something magical about paris & humphrey bogart.

it's so romantic.