I'm in New York City for my job, with no time to go to the movies, unfortunately, but this doesn't mean I don't think about cinema.
In these last days, the city has been invaded by sailors: it is Fleet Week. Every time I see a sailor, I can't help myself: I immediately think about Jacques Demy and his Les Demoiselles de Rochefort, plenty of dancing sailors and girls wearing lovely dresses with bright colours.
I am staying at this cute hotel, having a certain Mad Men style and the perfect name for the circumstance: Maritime Hotel. The other day, coming back from a dinner, you may not believe me but I actually saw a sailor and a beautiful girl dancing in the lobby.
I looked at them, puzzled: were they real or were they coming from my imagination?
They were real, simply part of the magical power that this city has.
I took the elevator and I started dancing myself.
Nobody could see me, but I'm sure that Jacques Demy would have approved!