I have been remiss in making my adiuex to the Palm Springs International Film Festival. Never mind that the place was colder than Boston by the time we left (if only it was taking place now!). But we saw a lot of nice movies. And we had a great time.
There are many reasons.
Cute, tiny birds.
Tall, statuesque women.
Friendly, phallic cacti..
Wholesome local cuisine.
Rock formations that look like faces.
Faces that look like rock formations.
Its bracing mix of movie glamour and native culture.
For all this, thank you Palm Springs. Until we meet again!