One Evening in Paris [antikvár]

One evening in Paris—it was about a year after the Cinéma Paradis had reopened and exactly two days after I had kissed the girl in the red coat for the first time and was on tenterhooks in expectation of our next meeting—something incredible happened. Something that was to turn my whole life upside down and turn my little cinema into a magic place—a place where yearnings and memories came together, where dreams could suddenly come true. From one moment to the next, I became part of a story more beautiful than any film could invent. I, Alain Bonnard, was dragged out of my workaday rut and catapulted into the greatest adventure of my life. "You're periphery, man, an observer who prefers to stand on the sidelines watching what's going on," Robert said to me once. "But don't worry about it." Robert is, first, my friend. And second, he's an astrophysicist