You’d have to be blind not to notice that The Artist has been released in cinemas all over Paris (or, rather, it has been re-released, as it came out originally in October).
The city has been plastered with billboards calling us to see the film that has enchanted America and magasines featuring the French actors savouring their moment of glory fill every newsagents shop.
Indeed, Michel Hazanavicius’s tale is a brave movie with exceptional performances, an enlightened direction, well-shot photography and a good soundtrack. It is humorous and moving and it well deserves the enthusiastic critiques it has received on both sides of the Atlantic.
The poster to promote The Artist re-relase in France
I should also mention that is a good French movie to watch at the cinema and if your French is not so good (ever wanted to go to the movies but been put off by the idea of not understanding, on average, 70% of what is said on screen?).
In fact, the first and only words in the whole movie are pronounced just a few seconds before the end. And I can assure you that it really doesn’t matter whether you understand them or not!
Weather-wise we were ready for the worst. Everybody had warned us that weather in Paris is awful: cold, rainy and grey (“just as bad as London’s,” a friend told me). But, after five months in this city, I can say that I don’t find Paris weather bad at all.
Or maybe I’ve just been lucky.
According to metereologist Guillame Sechet, Autumn 2011 has been not only the second warmest autumn in more than a hundred years (+2,2 °C above the seasonal average), but also one of the driest. This for us has meant being able to walk to school every day with our trottinettes (scooters) and enjoying a play (kids) and a chat (me) at the Park Monceau before heading back home. I found autumn in Paris rather beautiful.
A ginko biloba and blue sky - my first autumn in Paris
Sechet predicts that also the current winter will be on record as one of the warmest in history. It’ too early to tell yet, but so far the season has been treating us exceptionally well with mild temperatures and very little rain (the thermometer fell below 1°C only on one day). And, by the way, it’s 10°C today.
Blossoming trees can be seen all over Paris this winter.
In spite of all these exceptions one thing remains true to the cliché – Paris winter is indeed a drizzly affair. A light, almost imperceptible mix of rain and moist lasts all day and eventually soaks the city. The Cole Porter song goes, “I love Paris in the winter, when it drizzles”. I start wondering if we will sizzle this summer.