Sunday, October 9, 2011

Thinking of roof-tops in Paris...

...I suddenly remembered the ending of that heart-rending mid-1950s film, The Red Balloon. Briefly, a little boy living in Paris has a red balloon that accompanies him everywhere until the day when a bunch of evil boys shoot it down. As le petit garcon mourns his lost friend, here's what happens (have the box of mouchoirs handy).

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