I am married to a man who cries when he watches Casablanca, which is what we did last night with a bottle of Prosecco and some nice cheese and chocolates to celebrate Valentine’s Day. A lot of people cry when Humphrey Bogart puts Ingrid Bergman on the plane to Lisbon — and he is one of them. But he also cries when the cafe rises up to sing La Marseilles in defiance of the Nazis. And so I have to love him.
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I always cry too. It is my favorite part of that film. I am so happy that you two had a happy Valentine’s day.xoxo