I can’t even start describing how much this show makes me nostalgic. Whit has undoubtedly sealed the Parisian pathos into a 26 minute masterpiece.
These Americans speak like Parisians (“there’s no way I’m going to get a cab after the metro closes”) and dress like Parisians, hell they even pour champagne like Parisians but despite the crisp collars and the écharpe négligé they retain that naive, gentile like quality that the born and raised parisiens probably have not felt since the womb.
Being une semi-parisienne myself (I have mulled it over in my head quite some time whether I would type that sentence down because it appears so revealing and self-congratulatory), I am excited to read and hear how this show is perceived on both sides of the Atlantic.
Without a doubt it hits home for me but will it translate? J’espère bien.