It seems that Woody Allen was simply not at home in London - and Barcelona was only a little better. On the evidence of this movie Paris is clearly his second city after New York. The story is intriguing : Gil (Owen Wilson), a Hollywood scriptwriter, is on holiday in a picture-postcard Paris with his fiancee Inez (Rachel McAdams). He is struggling with his first novel and somewhat distracted when it comes to sightseeing and socialising. Then, alone in a street at midnight he finds himself mysteriously transported back to the Paris of the 1920s where he meets the likes of Scott Fitzgerald, Ernest Hemingway, Cole Porter, Gertrude Stein and Pablo Picasso. Enchanted, if bemused, his enchantment increases when he falls in love with Picasso's mistress, Adriana. Together, they go back to the Paris of the 1890s, visit Maxim's and the Folies-Bergere and meet Toulouse-Lautrec and other French Impressionist painters. Returning to the real world of 2010 Gil decides to break with Inez and stay in Paris, whereupon he finds a potential new love with a pretty Parisienne who has a connexion with some old Cole Porter records. This is a cinematic conceit in the manner of Back To The Future, Pleasantville, The Truman Show and Allen's own The Purple Rose of Cairo. Quite delightful - and it's not every movie that boasts France's First Lady in its cast list.