One of the many delights that I've unearthed here so far is a quaint little weekly magazine detailing everything that's going on in Paris (I lie, Oli told me about it but I have poetic license). Whilst casually browsing through I spotted that Bonjour Tristesse was playing, a French film from the 1950s novel of the same name. It had particular nostalgia for us as we studied the book for our A-Level French. It was decided that this would be our Orange Mardis film for this week.
It was in a small, independant theatre in the Quartier Latin and despite the fact that they didn't, in fact, participate in Orange 2-for-1 schemes, we payed the €6 each and entered. Much to our amusement the ticket booth man told us to head to the Salle Rouge, the Red Room, when the only way to go was through this one door which brought you immediately into the cinema covered wall-ceiling in red velvet (or suede, I'm no fabric expert). Evidently there was another "Blue Room", but we couldn't figure out where you'd have to go so his directions seemed pointless.
There was a small speech before the showing by a film critic specialising in 40s and 50s cinema. Having come straight from a 4 hour lecture I paid him little attention so I've no idea what he was saying apart from picking up that he was using a lot of English terms. Oli and I both realised, seemingly at the same time, that we'd forgotten the film was actually in English. Not to worry though, as it started we both concluded that it was still really cool to be where we were...
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