French Kiss

We were all too tired to function, so we bought take out Thai food and watched a movie.

I don’t like chic flicks. I especially didn’t like it when the movie opened to find Meg Ryan sitting in her kitchen, depressed that her fiancée left her for some French goddess he met in Paris.

But I loved this movie.

It showed Paris, it showed Provence, it showed the Côte d’Azur. It talked of hope and love and healing hearts. And it was funny as hell.