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Playing Hookie

Friday morning was a perfect blend of over cast and peek a boo sun rays.

 

We all woke up early and when Mr. Urban was heading out for his run, we decided to tag along for a walk of our own. 
 
Later, before I had to drop off the UrbanGirl at school,  I was thrilled that Mr. Urban could meet us for a leisurely lunch at a French cafe nearby.  Their baguettes and croissants are always fresh and the sandwiches are delicious and the cute Paris bistro tables and chairs on the sidewalk transform you to another place.   

Picture from: Lisadeneffe.com

While having lunch I tried to sweet talk him into postponing meetings and suspending to do lists for an afternoon rendezvous at the movie theater after I drop off our girl at school. 

And so it was that I spent Friday afternoon in total bliss, not only in the company of my sweet Mr. Urban, but also in the company of my most revered Mr. Woody Allen. 

To Rome with Love is definitely worth a watch.  It is colorful and beautiful and filled with corky one liners, as are all Woody Allen creations.    If you like to see a movie that is jointed and are looking for a story line, this may not necessarily be your cup of tea.  The movie jumps around from one scenario to next without ever tying into each other.  But if like me, you are a fan of the genius that is Woody Allen, you will find each shot a meditation on beauty and appreciate the whole for what it is, a work of art!   Mr. Allen's character even warns the audience: “Don’t psychoanalyze me! Many have tried. All have failed.”



I just hope that Woody Allen has many more movies ahead of him.  And that your weekend was also off to a delicious start!

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