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LIGHTS! CAMERA! PICASSO! …and Me

Long, long ago in a Hollywood producers’ office in Beverly Hills, a young animator blurted out, “Picasso wants to make a movie! Picasso! I’ve met with him. He’s agreed to work on a feature film and he’ll animate some of his art works!”

Picasso and two paintings

The producers, leaping to their feet shouted: “Great idea! Let’s make it!” That started the wheels rolling. The producers locked on to a short story that Ray Bradbury had written,and hired him to write the screenplay.

“The Picasso Summer”

Everyone wanted to meet Picasso. Soon, Albert Finney, five time Academy Award actor nominee, beautiful and intelligent Yvette Mimieux, and French director Serge Bourguignon were on board. Of course, it had to be filmed in the south of France near Picasso’s villa.

But—surprise! Things don’t always go as planned. The director decided that Bradbury’s script was “trés banal!” He wouldn’t emerge from his trailer without first having freshly squeezed orange juice and then insisted on directing from horseback.

Director Serge Bourguignon on horseback directing "Picasso Summer"

Are you serious?

Soon there was a round robin of personal conflicts: the director was angry at the writer, the writer was angry at the director, the producers were angry at the animator AND the director. Ulcers abounded, but fortunately, the actors showed up daily in good humor because they were in the south of France and they wanted to meet Picasso.

But, where is Picasso?

Pablo Picasso

After several weeks of filming. The director said, “Fin! We are finished filming.” He returned to Hollywood where for nearly two months he edited his footage into a first cut.

The producers screened it and said, “There is no way this film is going to work! Fire Serge and let’s hire another director who doesn’t need to work from a horse and can direct without freshly-squeezed orange juice!”

They chose my husband, Robert Sallin, to “re-direct” the film. He enjoyed a close professional relationship with the Campbell-Silver-Cosby Company, producers of “Picasso Summer.” He was a highly successful commercial director and had previously directed the opening 10-plus minute film sequence of the first Bill Cosby-NBC Special for the producers.

Robert Sallin, Director

So, off we flew to Paris where casting commenced in our huge suite at The George V Hotel. The living room was as long as a football field. I could never figure out where to sit. Everything–– walls, furniture, ceilings–– was covered in fabric from Kneedler Fauchere. This fabric is expensive, even if you can find it at a discount. And then there were the two bathrooms. You might as well call them ballrooms. It was all Carrara marble, top, bottom and sides. Truly, you could have danced all night in the bathrooms.

I had never seen anything like this suite. I did not grow up in a world with marble anything. When I traveled with my parents, they brought along their own basket of food. But here I was in 1968 on my first trip abroad, with my husband who is going to direct a feature film and it’s first class all the way with all expenses paid. That is a good thing.

George V Hotel in Paris France

I remember the first time I walked out of the hotel. My husband asked me to close my eyes, he took my arm and led me up the street and turned the corner.  He then told me to open my eyes. There in front of me in all it’s glory was L’Arc d’ Triomphe. I was so stunned that I simply cried. In fact, I cried every time I saw it. We always seemed to have to drive around it to go anywhere, and each time I used another Kleenex.

Arc de Triomphe, Paris FranceWhile my husband was working, I would explore Paris, going to The Lourve, Versailles, the Jeu de Paume. I loved them all. Everything I was seeing, I had studied in art history classes. But, this was the real thing. I’ll never forget the first time I saw Winged Victory at the top of a staircase at The Louvre. I was overwhelmed; it was a coup de foudre.

Every meal was an adventure. My high school French was useless when it came to menus. One day, I went to lunch at Fourquet’s but, simply did not know what to order. The huge menu bewildered me. The only thing I could think of was hot chocolate and poached salmon. Hot chocolate and poached salmon?? I’m sure the waiters at Fouquet’s are still talking about that American women who ordered hot chocolate and poached salmon. Mon Dieu.

Fouquet

As soon as we finished casting in Paris, it was off to the south of France. Tough life. Had to leave the George V and check into the Hotel Negresco in Nice…

Hotel Negresco, Nice France interiors

 …and begin shooting. “Picasso Summer” was about to be reborn, but, with my husband directing this time.

Yvette Mimieux, Albert Finney and Robert Sallin filming in Nice, France

Yvette Mimieux, Albert Finney and Robert Sallin

Robert, Yvette and Albert filming in the South of France

We filmed in a variety of  villages from  St. Tropez to Menton, but one of our favorites was St. Paul de Vence

View of St. Paul de Vence in the south of France

Scenic St. Paul de Vence with Sandy, Bob, Yvette and her sister

Sandy, Bob, Yvette and her sister

Filming in St. Paul de VenceThe crew was at it’s best at lunch. Every day, EVERYONE on the crew had the same lunch: one half of a melon to begin, then a steak avec pommes frites, followed by a salad and cheese, fruit or a tart for dessert. I mean every day. The table was covered with a white tablecloth and set with proper utensils. No pizza, pasta or burgers. I’ve never forgotten how well they ate. There was no craft table filled with doughnuts or other trashy food like you see on every set in America. However, I was often very busy helping my husband with production problems and more often than not I just grabbed a quick snack of a baguette with butter and salami. So, while the crew ate far better than I did, I will never forget those delicious baguettes!

But, don’t feel too sorry for me. We also often had lunch at the world famous La Colombe D’Or restaurant in St. Paul de Vence

La Colombe D

This restaurant was renowned for three things: One, painters in the region, who would later become very famous, paid for their meals by giving their artwork to the owners.

Artwork at La Colombe D

Two, I was allowed to invade the kitchen and prepare the crudites for the day’s lunch. And three, Albert Finney met Anouk Amiee while having lunch with my husband and me. They were gorgeous together and of course, they became romantically involved and subsequently, Anouk divorced her husband and married Albert.

Albert Finney with Anouk Aimee

 

But, where is Picasso?

Picasso with flower behind his ear

I was always delighted by the  little villages where we shot. But this one, Vallauris, was unique because Picasso lived here for seven years while creating his War and Peace museum in a neaby  chapel. He also created this sculpture, “Man with a Lamb,” for the town square. He wanted children to climb all over it and enjoy it. While this piece of sculpture was not monumental in scale, it dominated the square.

Vallauris, Picasso statue of Man with a Sheep, and War and Peace Museum

Picasso’s Man with a Lamb, interior and exterior of his Chapel of Peace

 The chapel in Vallauris was an important location for filming.

Picasso

As Albert and Yvette enter the Chapel of Peace in Vallauris, they trigger the beginning of one of three animation segments in the film. This is the “War and Peace” sequence.

Periodically, the producers flew over from Los Angeles to check on things and to entertain us. These were a few of the times when a production crew was actually happy to see their producers. If nothing else, they were great at chartering yachts and hiring chefs for daylong cruises to St. Tropez.

Robert Sallin, Yvette Mimieux, Albert Finney and Graham Stark yachting to St. Tropez, France

Robert Sallin, Yvette Mimieux, Albert Finney and Graham Stark yachting to St. Tropez, France

Albert Finney and Sandy on yacht going to St. Tropez

Albert is just as bright and handsome as he appears. Quite the hunk. I mean really a hunk. Really!

Yvette Mimieux and Sandy yachting to St. Tropez

Yvette was not only beautiful but a lot of fun to be with.  She also smelled really good all the time. Each day, I would drive with her in the limousine to the location and she would spray perfume up her dress. I sat there in awe. Perfume up one’s dress? Are you serious? I didn’t crack a smile or indicate that I was flabbergasted. Gorgeous face, gorgeous body, perfume up her dress and she speaks French. What more does a girl need?

Water skiing, USA Aircraft carrier, yachting in the South of France

It might have been the superb lunch or maybe it was the tiny, little drink I had, but trying to get up on water skis was impossible. I never made it but I certainly had lots of laughs and helping hands.We all got very excited when a United States aircraft carrier cruised by. We were jumping and shouting, “Hello there! Hi! Hey, we’re Americans,too!” After being away for months, it was a thrill to see a little bit of home…at sea.

I’ve included this photo of my husband and myself simply because I love it, and it was taken on the yacht during one of our cruises.

Bob and Sandy

The last scenes in France were shot at a fabulous villa in St. Jean Cap Ferrat.

There was a gorgeous sunset as my husband and I sat down for dinner with Albert Finney and Anouk Amiee. Halfway through my steak au poivre avec pommes frites, I began to cry. It had been such an extraordinary, once in a lifetime experience and I didn’t want it to end. This had been my first trip to Europe and now we were going home.

 

But, where is Picasso?

He was nowhere…

 

…at least nowhere near our filming.

It turns out that Picasso had never agreed to create the animation nor to make this movie! Nada! It seems that the animation director had led the producers, the stars and the rest of us down the proverbial Hollywood  garden path. So the animation director ( whose nose grew noticeably larger) and who proposed this whole project, wound up creating the animation sequences in the style of Picasso. Now, I know Picasso’s work and this was no Picasso!

And if that wasn’t bad enough, we still needed a real, live Picasso to appear in the final scenes of the film.

With keen insight into the obvious,  the producers cried, “Find me another Picasso!”  And miracle of miracles, it turned out they found him living on Catalina Island. He was an official island greeter and his name was… Duke Fishman.

It is Duke, not Pablo, who we see drawing in the sand at the end of the film. As the sun sets, the waves gently erase the “Picasso” drawings on the beach. Then Marcus Leo (Duke) Fishman, who was born in Shanghai in 1906, joins his fake family as the music swells and the credits roll.

Picasso Summer ending

Picasso Summer Film slate

 

 

Michel Legrand’s lush score is hauntingly beautiful. Here’s the original score.

Bob Sallin and Michel Legrand

Bob Sallin and Michel Legrand reunite in Paris in 2011

Later, Barbara Streisand recorded it with lyrics by Alan and Marilyn Bergman. The title is “Summer me, Winter me”

 You can purchase the DVD of “Picasso Summer” at Amazon.

The Picasso Summer DVD

 

 

 

 

 

 

All images appearing on LIGHTS! CAMERA! PICASSO! …and Me are the expressed property of Sandra Sallin. All rights reserved. In other words, don’t steal it!



  • Considerer - This is utterly incredible! Never mind a life of luxury, this is a life of WOW! What wonderful, amazing memories (and photos) you have. Thank you for sharing a little glimpse into a wonderful new world 🙂ReplyCancel

    • sandra - Thanks Considerer, it truly was a remarkable experience. I loved every minute of it.ReplyCancel

  • Ginger Kay - What fun memories and photos! I’d have been in awe of the marble bathrooms, too. Okay, I’d have been in awe of everything.ReplyCancel

  • sandra - Trust me Ginger, I was in awe also. It was like being a kid in a candy store. I had never nor since stayed in such luxury.ReplyCancel

  • Randy - What an incredibly story! Thank you for such a vicarious thrill at a once-in-a-lifetime magical event!ReplyCancel

    • sandra - Slowly but surely Randy you’re seeing my life story parade on these pages.ReplyCancel

  • Barbara Feldman - Wonderful story. And I discovered I can rent Picasso Summer on Vudu. Yay! http://www.canistream.it/search/movie/picasso%20summerReplyCancel

    • sandra - I’d love to hear what you think. Remember the whole film was based on a lie!ReplyCancel

  • Walker Thornton - Yvette may well be gorgeous–but so were you. And, now as well-you look like a woman who’s very happy in her own skin! Loved seeing these photos and taking a glimpse at another world! wow… just wow!ReplyCancel

    • sandra - Thank you Walker. Truly it was another world and I loved every minute.ReplyCancel

  • Robert Allen - Lovely piece, Sandy. Thanks for sharing the memories.ReplyCancel

    • sandra - Thanks Robert. It’s fun sharing these memories.ReplyCancel

  • Jane Gassner (@MidLifeBloggers) - Fantastic story–and a perfect outline for a film. You should write it! I’d certainly pay the $12 (!) to see it.ReplyCancel

    • sandra - Glad you liked the story. Just rent it and don’t spend $12. Remember this was not a finished film. Picassso never took part in it. We never got to meet Picasso. So enjoy the shots of the south of France and know I was right there watching them shoot.ReplyCancel

  • Barbara - Wow! What a movie star studded, absolutely mesmerizing tale and adventure! How fun to see you in the 60’s – you were and still are beautiful.ReplyCancel

  • Barbara - I just ordered the DVD.ReplyCancel

  • sandra - Barbara, that you so much. I got quite a kick out of seeing those old photos. That was me??? Don’t blame me if you don’t like the movie. Just know i was behind the scenes watching every shot.ReplyCancel

  • Linda Shecter - This is a treasure.. fantastic… what a legacy…ReplyCancel

  • Bon - Thanks to you I had a vacation at work today. Stunning piece in all ways and the music has always been among my favorites.

    Bravo, Sandy. Great job. Could be my favorite.

    BonReplyCancel

    • sandra - Thanks Bon. I appreciate your thoughts. It was a great experience.Happy Birtday ahead of time.ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - I loved this! But perhaps the best part was Yvette spraying perfume up her dress and your reaction to it. Love!ReplyCancel

    • sandra - Hi Carol, I really was so naive and so stunned. I still laugh at myself. It just seemed so sophisticated and I was so unsophisticated.ReplyCancel

  • Shannon Bradley-Colleary - Oh Sandra — you swept me along for the ride. How I wish I could have an experience like that. I fell madly in love with Albert Finney when I saw him in Tom Jones eating the oysters (I believe). Thank you for sharing your life in this rarefied realm. And you have such a knockout smile. Yvette better watch her back!ReplyCancel

    • sandra - Thank you Shannon. So glad you enjoyed the ride. I understand your falling madly in love with Albert, so did Anouk.ReplyCancel

  • Connie McLeod - I feel like I just took the best vacation of my life. I loved every photo and every word. Thank you for sharing this amazing slice of you life. Now I must watch this movie.ReplyCancel

    • sandra - Connie, wait a second. Remember it was not the movie it was supposed to be. No Picasso, we had to finish too quickly. So watch it with a grain of salt. First director fired, constant rewriting. But I had a ball.ReplyCancel

  • Janet Hammerman - Living vicariously is so joyful. Thanks for posting.ReplyCancel

    • sandra - Hi Janet, thanks for introducing me to Bob. 🙂ReplyCancel

  • Emily - Wow, wow, wow on so many levels! What a story…and those photos are just unreal and so beautiful! I agree with what Grown and Flown said…I was thinking as I was reading that this deserves to be much more than a blog post…a book perhaps??? Seriously, this was fascinating!!ReplyCancel

    • sandra - Emily, my goodness a book? Thank you so much. You’ve got me thinking.ReplyCancel

  • Carpool Goddess - What an amazing experience! The photos are gorgeous!ReplyCancel

    • sandra - Thanks Linda. Yes it was a thrill.ReplyCancel

  • Linda Style - An incredibly beautiful story, well told, and the photographs are glorious, especially since I’m going to Paris in September. As a romance novelist…I see a fascinating love story here…only it’s not fiction. 🙂

    Thank you so much for sharing your story.

    All best wishes,
    Linda StyleReplyCancel

    • sandra - Linda, thank you. Oh you’ll love Paris. You might think of going to Monet’s garden “Giverney” outside of Paris. Look into it. Talk about gorgeous.ReplyCancel

  • Susan Nernberg - Sandy, what an adventure. I loved hearing about it. Susan NReplyCancel

  • Sheryl - What a wonderful adventure and such rich memories to have! Lucky you to have experienced these thrills. Great post.ReplyCancel

    • sandra - Thanks Sheryl, so glad you enjoyed it. I do have great memories of those times. I appreciate them all.ReplyCancel

  • Sharon Greenthal - What a wonderful story and such glamorous photos – you and your husband have had such and exciting life! And the song “Summer Me Winter Me,” it’s so beautiful and I heard it so often growing up. Thank you for sharing this most delightful time of your life. I would have cried leaving, too.ReplyCancel

    • sandra - Sharon I’m so glad you remember that song. It is so beautiful and I don’t think it got the recognition it deserved. I get a little lump in my throat remembering those times.ReplyCancel

  • sandra - Dear Linda S, Yes, this blog is turning out to be a legacy for the kids and grandkids. Didn’t think of that when I started out. Didn’t think I would be blogging so much about my life. Who knows where this will take me.ReplyCancel

  • Jo - Gorgeous pictures, wonderful story. Thanks for sharing them all!ReplyCancel

    • sandra - Jo, so glad you enjoyed the post.ReplyCancel

  • Ellen Dolgen - Such a fascinating story! It sounds like a dream, even if there was no Picasso. Gorgeous photos!ReplyCancel

  • sandra - Thanks Ellen, the best part is that I can remember it as if it were yesterday. Not like a dream that fades. Glad you enjoyed the photos.ReplyCancel

  • Sisters From Another Mister - A beautiful post … filled with joie de vivre!ReplyCancel

    • sandra - Thanks Sisters From another Mister, Merci beaucoup!ReplyCancel

  • Tammy - What a fabulous romp you have taken us on! I loved every minute of it. Memories keep us smiling for years, don’t they? So happy for you, my dear, that you have such wonderful ones!ReplyCancel

    • sandra - Hi Tammy, Yes, I’m lucky to have these memories and the photos. Great fun when I peruse the past.ReplyCancel

  • Lisa - What a great story. I met Albert Finney at a party in 1979. My gosh he was an attractive man. I can only imagine spending long periods of time, on boats, in the sun.

    Love hearing your tales.

    xoxReplyCancel

    • sandra - Thanks Lisa. The man is a charmer. Just a delight to be with. He also has brains which is a bewitching combination.
      PS. I was married and he met Anouk Aimee. No contest.ReplyCancel

  • Pete Vanlaw - Sandy, what a great blog you put together. The pictures are magnificent and the story is so well written. But it also has a personal meaning for me because Linda and I were at that screening at the Writer’s Guild in 1968. It was a gala event because we all wanted to see the results of Bob’s first venture into features, along with Vilmos and Bill Dornisch (DP and Editor). I was at Filmfair at the time, doing commercials, as well all did back then. Bob had been a client as a producer for Foote Cone, and more recently opened his own production company, while Vilmos and Dornisch worked for us.
    What you have done with the story of Picasso’s Summer was to not only dredge it up from the deep dark past, but put some real meat on the bones. Thank you , thank you, thank you.ReplyCancel

    • sandra - Well, Pete, thank you, thank you thank you. Great memories for all of us.ReplyCancel

  • Katia - What a fascinating story and how tastefully you intertwine it with those f=gorgeous photos! It almost feels like I’ve watched a documentary, with some really great cinematography. As a former Art History student it was an interesting angle for me on Picasso through cinematography’s eyes. What a great post and what a beautiful relationship with your husband!ReplyCancel

    • sandra - Thanks Katia, As a former Art History student you can certainly appreciate the story. You can also recognize when someone is trying to immitate Picasso, but is no Picasso! But such fun to work and travel in his environs.ReplyCancel

  • Anthony Fedele - Sandra, beautifully written. Your wit and passion lives in all your words.ReplyCancel

  • sandra - Why thank you Anthony. I really appreciate your kind words.ReplyCancel

  • Judi Briscoe - Well Sandy, I didn’t grow up with “anything marble” either nor did I ever get to hug Albert Finney! As always, your latest blog is extraordinary.
    Your Austin Friend
    JudiReplyCancel

    • sandra - Thanks Judie, I keep on cringing at the thought of ordering hot chocolate and poached salmon. Glad you enjoyed.ReplyCancel

  • Karen D. Austin - I recently read Beautiful Ruins, and this post has a parallel feel (even though they don’t really deal with the same thing). Thank you for taking us along with you for that movie shoot. What an adventure. I know it was decades later, but I just love, love, love Albert Finney in “Big Fish.” It was fun to see pics of him during his early career.ReplyCancel

    • sandra - Hi Karen, I also thoroughly enjoyed Beautiful Ruins, and I can see why you relate. Have you seen him in “Tom Jones?” Divine! Also “Two For the Road.” That is wonderful summer viewing, very much like my post. Thanks for reading and commenting.ReplyCancel

  • Karen - That is truly an astonishing story, Sandra, and so well told! You’ve really lived such an amazing life, and it’s always a pleasure to read your reminiscences.ReplyCancel

    • sandra - Karen thank you. It really was a fun time. I had even more adventures in St. Tropez but I was not writing a book so I had to stop somewhere. Let’s just say I remember every moment with a smile on my face.ReplyCancel

  • AlexandraFunFit - Not only does the whole adventure sound too exciting to happen to mortals, your photos bring me back to my feelings during the 60s. I was just a kid living in a beach town in LA, but your adventure takes me back to the adventures I dreamed of back then. By the way, I share your opinion of Albert Finney. Hottie!ReplyCancel

    • sandra - Thanks Alexandra. Albert is an absolutely charming, handsome and intelligent gentleman!Even today, well a few years ago we met hime for lunch and her rembered me and could not have been more gracious. What a guy!ReplyCancel

  • Nancy Hill - What an incredible time, opportunity, location, memory, and now blog post. You have good karma!ReplyCancel

    • sandra - You’re right Nancy it was all of those. Loved it and love the memories. We still laugh about some of the experiences. Oh, thanks for the vision of good Karma. I like that.ReplyCancel

  • virginia Sullivan - What an beautiful post Sandra. The photos are amazing and your blog is so beautiful. Love it! and what an amazing experience. I understand how you would be so sad to see it end. Great Post! Virginia- FirstClassWomanReplyCancel

  • sandra - Thanks Virginia, Yes, it was thrilling and I still have wonderful time laughing at the memories. We had a great time.ReplyCancel

  • Lori Lavender Luz - What an amazing experience! I thank you for allowing me to share in it with you.

    Now I want to get my hands on that film!ReplyCancel

    • sandra - Thanks Lori, just remember that the the first director was fired, the animator fibed, Picasso was never found and my husband had to do the best he could. Rent it if you can. Buy it for a penny. Maybe it’s on Netflix.ReplyCancel

  • b+ - You are a wonder…thank you for sharing a story worth telling. All the rest of us are just wanna-be’s! Thank you.

    Barbara TorrisReplyCancel

    • sandra - Wow, thank you. I don’t know what else to say. I read your blog about how to use your iPhone. Great ideas. Thanks.ReplyCancel

  • Beverly Diehl - I feel like I’ve just been inside a mini-movie in and of itself.

    Director on horseback. Bathrooms as ballrooms. Love blooming on the set. Yachts, and a missing Picasso. What an amazing story.

    Love that picture of you and your hubs. You were a beautiful brunette as a young woman, and you’re gorgeous with your silver hair now.ReplyCancel

  • sandra - Thanks Beverly. It was a glorious time. We were all a little more naive at the time. Not too sophisticated. Everything was a thrill. Although I’d feel the same way today. Except I would not order poached salmon and hot chocolate. That’s the only diference.ReplyCancel

  • Irene S. Levine - What a wonderful story, so beautiful told. The pictures, too, are fantastic. Do you return to France often?ReplyCancel

    • sandra - I’ve been back a few times. I’ve also wanted to visit other countries like Italy.ReplyCancel

  • Marci Rich - What an exquisite glimpse into a storied time…gorgeous photos, richly-textured anecdotes…I was transported! I want to return again and again! Talk about superior travel! Thanks so much for generously sharing this remarkable tale with us! I hope we have a chance to meet someday, Sandy. I admire your sensibility, and your joie de vivre is infectious!ReplyCancel

    • sandra - Marci, thank you so much. I take that as high praise indeed from such an accomplished writer as you. Your site is so rich with information. I will take my time in reading and catching up. Congratultions on so many awards.ReplyCancel

  • Claudia Schmidt - Wow, what a fabulous adventure and such amazing photos of history in the making. I was in St. Paul DeVennes in my mid-30’s and also fell in love with the town. I remember trying to visit the Picasso Museum which was in one of those little towns on the Riviera but every single time we went, it would say “Fermez” and we never did get in to see anything! You’ve had an extraordinary life, I think you’ve got a book hidden in here somewhere!ReplyCancel

    • sandra - Thank you Claudia. Yes, St. Paul de Vence was glorious. The French are very independant. They decide when and if they will open the museum on the day stated. We were lucky being with a film crew I’m sure if needed some cash would have to change hands. I laughed at the Postal worker. He would decide if he wanted to wear a uniform and if he wanted to deliver the mail that day! 🙂ReplyCancel

  • Raquel - What a splendid life you are living. So great to see your photos and to have so many great stories to tell! Can you imagine if YouTube and Facebook was around then? I love that you met Steve Jobs too – such a visionary! Hope to meet you at WSG next week.ReplyCancel

    • sandra - Thanks Raquel. So looking forward to meeting you. I must go to your website and check out how you get organized.ReplyCancel

  • Shannon Bradley-Colleary - Sandra as you know this is one of my favorite posts ever of any blogger. I give it a perfect score. xo SReplyCancel

  • Di - Wasn’t Picasso actually and acquaintance of someone working on the film and have some prints done for the premier of this movie, or am I thinking of another?ReplyCancel

    • sandra - It must had been another film. But thanks for reading.ReplyCancel

  • Eve - One of my absolute favorite films, obscure as it is. Entirely captures and preserves the essence of that moment in time; the feeling, the places, the sentiment, the whimsical nature of that time. The score is exquisitely beautiful, as well, as it plays out in its variations (favorite part: that bit of the score for the scene in the church, where a melancholy, lonely Mimieux is left on her own, watching the old Spanish women pray,and that moment where the theme evolves into a heartbreaking reverent tone. Just gorgeous). And the ENDING of this film! That unspeakably wonderful ending, that encompasses all the mystery, “alchemy”, meaning, and and whimsy of life. (Very Bradbury). That has to be the BEST, and my favorite ending, of any film EVER. Achingly beautiful; expansively eternal!ReplyCancel

    • sandra - So glad you enjoyed it to the fullest! Wonderful. Did you know that Barbara Streisand recorded the song that Marilyn and Allen Bergman wrote. The titile is “Summer me, Winter me.”ReplyCancel

  • Eva Marie - What an amazing treat it was to read this post and to find your blog today. A rainy day here in Boulder, Colorado, I crawled back into bed with a hot latte and my computer and have been devouring your posts. Lovely memories, fun photos, beautiful writing. Thank you for sharing all of it!

    Eva MarieReplyCancel

    • sandra - So glad you enjoyed this post. I’ve been away from my computer and just made time to respond. Thanks again.ReplyCancel

  • LA CONTESSA - YOUR FIRST TRIP to EUROPE!!!!!!!!!!Well,you did it RIGHT!
    What a WONDERFUL story!
    Love the perfume spray UP the GOWN!Think I’ll try that from now on!I heard once you were to spray the room and then walk through it!!!So, thats what i have been doing for the last decade………TIME TO CHANGE IT UP A BIT!
    DELIGHTFUL READ!!!ReplyCancel

    • sandra - Thanks. That’s how I feel about your posts. Love the last one and posted it to Pinterest. Yes, we must try new things. So perfume up the dress it will be!ReplyCancel

  • Heather in Arles - Well, I am so very grateful that you left word chez Ellie because I honestly think that this is the most delightful story that I have ever read on the internet! I am speechless. So I will just say thank you, this absolutely made my day.
    With my very Best from Provence,
    HeatherReplyCancel

    • sandra - You gace me goose bumps.Thank you so much for you kind words. You MADE my day! OF course I immediately had to go to your website and drooled over your photos of white tulips. Gorgeous. Isn’t it marvelous how a woman from Los Angeles and a woman from Arles can connect? Thank you again for your oh so kind words.ReplyCancel

  • Brenda Welch - I am elated to follow your BLOG!!!!ReplyCancel

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