Walked to the Tao of Tea for a late lunch yesterday and slowly sipped the afternoon, Frozen Summit and chai. Our wander home found us at the Bagdad with just enough time to see the 3:30 showing of Her. We loved the gorgeousness of it, the architecture and moving spaces, the well captured feeling of falling in love, of being in love, of friendship, of life at its best and brightest. Then a chilly twilight walk, ungloved hands too cold to hold, save at the end, near enough to home that it no longer mattered.
Rest in Peace, Philip Seymour Hoffman. You were one of the best.