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So we read The Alchemist (a bit) and had some issues with The Witch of Portobello (a lot), but when Mon Oncle is showing at the beautifully, crumbly, sun-damaged Cinema Rif  in Tangier, on the very day we roll up, parched and hungry – mere days after blogging about it – we think we believe in some kind of destiny…we’re not sure what kind…but still…

Mon Oncle est Votre Oncle

We were turned onto Jacques Tati’s film, Mon Oncle, for the first time today. We think we’ve finally found the house that fulfills all our modernist fantasies – if there’s anywhere you can eat lemon soup and wear white, it’s here.

And don’t even get us started on the woman in red.
Massive accessory envy.