|Stéphane Audran in her younger days before Babette's Feast|
During my convalescence, over the previous two days, I have been fortunate to watch two great masterpieces of the cinema. I am not going to go in to length about them right now. I do not have the energy or the sharpness of mind essential to commenting on them, but I would like everyone to know that I am okay, just sick (no flu), and that soon, when I am ready, I will give you the full lowdown on Robert Altman's Nashville, and the exquisite magical fairy tale of 1987, Babette's Feast. Both of which are films I had never seen before, even though I most certainly should have. Better late than never, I suppose.
Love you all, and I raise an imaginary glass of 1845 Clos de Vougeot to you,