Paris is most beautiful in the rain

Bonjour, my ardent devotees! Alright, you don't have to worship me that much, just enough to feed my deflated ego. After last week's unexpected midweek post, I'm back to my procrastinating ways and blogging during the weekend. Rejoice, for I now no longer have to feign being hardworking anymore! After all, being hardworking doesn't really become me. Being lackadaisical is more of my niche. Ok, on to an interesting discovery I found in an online journal. Apparently- well, according to the research anyway- if you are a woman with a size C cup (you know what I mean), if you run fast enough, your *ahem* will actually oscillate with enough speed and generate enough power to charge an ipad. Now,as to whether this particular piece of news is fact or fiction, I can't guarantee. All I know is that we females are environmentally friendly even without trying. Seeing that I've shared this inappropriately humorous discovery, on to the next segment of my (interesting) journal; Movie of The Week! I've just watched Woody Allen's "Midnight in Paris", you know, the one that won an Oscar for original screenplay. Firstly, I do have to say that it's an amazingly surreal movie. Every few years, Woody Allen produces these mini masterpieces for our viewing pleasure but I've to say his greatest feat is definitely managing to transform Owen Wilson into a credible leading man. From "Starsky and Hutch" to Woody Allen material? Owen Wilson, where have you been hiding this whole time? I immediately fell in love with the movie during the first opening scenes, where they showed the streets of Paris veiled by soft, misty rain. It was wonderful, to say the least. Well, after the movie, I started to think how thrilling it would be if I could return to Paris in the 1920's, just like the protagonist, and meet my literary idols. Personally, there are two eras I'd like to visit. The first being Paris in the 1920's, in the Golden Bourgeois age of Paris. Oh, the thought of meeting Wilde and Hemingway and Fitzgerald! Another era which intrigues me is U.S.A in the 1970's, in the heart of the hippie movement and student unions, protesting outside the White House against the Vietnam War. I'd get to hang out with Bob Dylan, Patti Smith and Janis Joplin. It is escapism for the idle dreamer. Before I end my insignificant remblings, I pose this question to you, "If you had the oppurtunity to travel back in time, which era would you like to live through?" Cheers, the inspired francophile.