44 Great Directors: Max Ophuls

“Paris, which had always amused me on holiday, was too lovely … emigration was no hardship, it was an outing. It offered the shining wet boulevards under the street lights, breakfast in Monmartre with cognac in your glass, coffee and lukewarm brioche, gigolos and prostitutes at night. … Everyone in the world has two fatherlands: his own and Paris.”
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