Cocktail du jour

Ever since I first saw A Single Man last month, it has been sitting with me---scenes and lines from the film reappearing in my minds-eye arbitrarily.

While the film stunned and hypnotized me with its artful imagery, one silly little line introduced me to a new cockta
ilian pleasure: the old classic Gin and tonic.

In the film, Julianne Moore's character, Charlotte (though she goes by the much more irreverent "Charley"), asks Colin Firth (George) to "pick up a bottle of Tanqueray" because she "loves the color of the bottle." He quickly and in the most Colin Firthiest manner retorts, "no, darling, you love what's inside."

Like Charley, I am loving the
emerald-colored glass bottle and am developing a taste for the juniper-scent and crispness of what's inside it.

Beyond merely making you want to sip on a G&T, I also want to entice you to see the film.

One of the most defining quotations:

A few times in my life I've had moments of absolute clarity, when for a few brief seconds the silence drowns out the noise and I can feel rather than think, and things seem so sharp and the world seems so fresh. I can never make these moments last. I cling to them, but like everything, they fade. I have lived my life on these moments. They pull me back to the present, and I realize that everything is exactly the way it was meant to be" -George

Paris in the Springtime

As you might imagine from my nom de guerre in the blogging world, Pink Frenchie, I am enamored of all things français. Every few months (let's face it, every few minutes), I dream up my next trip to Paris. One of the great pleasures of working in academia is a schedule punctuated with many breaks. Next week is spring break at my college. So, for the last couple of weeks, I've been checking kayak and yahoo and gotoday for specials to my beloved and enchanting city of lights. Only trouble is that I've yet to find a travel buddy to accompany me. The hubby is over-committed at work. The parents are unable to get away. I don't have many twenty-something friends who can fly to Paris on a whim. Perhaps, I might just be so bold to go it alone.

I am daydreaming about what it might be like to venture through my city all alone. I actually imagine it would be quite refreshing to see what I want to see... to spend hours languidly staring at a David painting in the Louvre, to sip my molten chocolat chaud at Angélina's for as long as I fancy, or to scour les bouquinistes along the Seine for vintage Vogue magazines.

We shall see...perhaps next week at this time, I'll be sitting out front a café in the Marais, scarf wrapped around my neck, enjoying a café crème and my new-found traveling companions: moi, moi-même, et je.

image borrowed from: http://moodboard.typepad.com/my_weblog/2008/07/angelinas-hot-chocolate.html
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