Lucy and I watched The Darjeeling Limited a few weeks ago. We enjoyed it, but it's hard for me to like a movie as much as I liked the director's earlier Rushmore . Anderson's choice of classic songs for his soundtracks is as sharp as ever, and this song from the closing credits has been stuck in my head ever since. I even remembered enough of the français I learned from Monsieur Lachance to be further charmed.
It's sung by NYC-born Joe Dassin, who had a string of hits in his adopted France in the 70s, and who recorded songs in a half-dozen languages just to show off. I was going to attempt a translation, but there's a saying that translations are like spouses: the most beautiful ones are seldom faithful, and the most faithful ones are seldom beautiful. My favorite lines are the first and the last:
I was strolling along the avenue, my heart open to the unknown.
At dawn all the birds were singing to Love.
À tout à l'heure!
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