Lavender sky outside my window, and the city spread out below me like a child-sized model.  Except it goes on long past the borders of any imitation.

We watched E.T. on a big screen last night, outdoors in a little plaza.  The last time I did the outdoors on the big screen thing it was to see René Flemming play La Traviatta in Trafalgar Square.  There must have been several trends of thousands of people there, packed into the stairs and the fountains and the flagstones.  All silent as we watched.  By contrast, there weren’t even a hundred prior in the plaza last night, and most if them weren’t even aware there was a movie above them.

Even so, it was magical.