It was years ago.
School was over, my visa running out, I had broken up with The Frenchman and was broke. I was miserable. So I rode my bike up the canal to the MK2 to watch Paris Je T'Aime with an almond Magnum and four carambars. The short films were mostly boring and I fidgeted through the whole thing. But I had nowhere better to be. So I stayed.
Because this was the final film.
Afterwards I sat on the canal and wailed for ten minutes. It felt good.
Then I went home.
14e arrondissement (Paris, je t'aime) from trolleys on Vimeo.