I am having a bad case of wanderlust this weekend.  Since I can’t actually get away, I am binging on “foreign films.”   Not foreign films in the usual sense of the phrase.  Actually, the first one on my list is Woody Allen’s Midnight in Paris,  to be followed by Tea with Mussolini, Room with a View, Gigi, and Roman Holiday. If time holds out, I’ll add Death on the Nile.

Mark Twain got it right:  Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.