I spotted him instantly. He seems to be far removed, like in a trance. I made my presence in plain sight by aiming a shot at him. Just a few feet away from him, he knew I was there. But he barely budged.
He sells dirty ice cream. It’s not actually dirty as the name implies; this ice cream is homemade and sold in pushcart. They are not as creamy as the branded ice cream, but they have this smooth, milky consistency that lingers in the mouth and very flavorful too. My favorite is the cheese flavor.
I went to see Paris Je t’aime last night with Teresa. Yesterday was the last day of the Cinemanila Film Festival after they’ve extended it, so I tried to catch a few more entries. I was hoping to see Mira Nair’s Namesake but they’ve changed the schedule.
Paris Je t’aime (Paris I love you) is a full length film, chopped into 18 arrondissements (I am not sure about the translation but it’s like the munuicipalities in France, or is it?). So it’s like saying one film, 18 subplots featuring the touristy places in France. Of course Pére Lachaise was featured in the movie, not with Jim Morrison but with Oscar Wilde in it. Surprisingly, Porte de Choisy (Paris’ Chinatown) was also featured in the film, and guess what? Ms. Philippines was there. It was a funny proximity, especially if you knew the context in which such inclusion and reference to the country was made.
I love this movie, only because France is becoming a cliché among Asians and I what I know about this country only came from books and movies and people I knew who've been there. I love this movie because it serves as a guidemap to tourists (and hopefuls) about what to love about this country. I love the movie only because I haven’t been there and I speak awfully in French. The last of the arrondissements (directed by Alexander Payne who I love to death), is a heartbreaker.