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Paris 1985 ... arranged to meet a friend in Arles at a hotel ... we flew from Boston to Europe on different days ... A couple days before our scheduled rendez-vous in the south, we found ourselves sitting two rows apart in
Cinéma La Pagode in the 7th arrondissement at a screening of Terry Gilliam's
Brazil.
We later learned that the hotel in Arles had gone out of business; and, we had no alternate plans.