It’s midnight in Porto and I’ve just finished watching Midnight In Paris, in which “screenwriter” Owen Wilson finds himself in Paris with his fiancée and somehow time-travels back to 1920s Paris [...]
I’m on the edge of the sketchy part of town, where tourists and the low-income folks intersect, reminding me of Gastown back home in Vancouver. A short bossy man with thick-framed glasses and a [...]