It’s the time of year when going to the movies – into a darkened room – is more appealing than during summer. I walked into town in brisk, windy weather after getting my flu injection this morning. During the 20 minute waiting time before I could leave the medical centre, I looked up what is on at the movies and found one perfectly timed after my singing class and just a block away at the Arts Centre. I am impressed by the art of Frances Hodgkins, have been to the European Journeys exhibition and read the book, and was delighted to see that the documentary Frances Hodgkins: Anything but a Still Life which first screened almost a year ago was making a return visit to the Lumiēre cinema. It proved to be wonderful and completely absorbing.

The cinema is pretty impressive too, making excellent use of a part of the Arts Centre overlooking the Botanic Gardens and decorated with style.

After taking this photo, I turned to take one of the gilt mirror with seashell motif opposite and, of course, found I was reflected in it. Not only that, but my lovely passed-on jacket almost matched the colour scheme. I sent the photo to the friend who passed on the jacket and she advised me not to sit on the sofa in case I became invisible!

I was tempted to go to the movie which was about to begin as I left (Wicked Little Letters) but decided to save it for another day and walked home, scuffing through leaves on Montreal Street, dodging scooter riders in Cranmer Square, and reliving the documentary I had just seen.

Post Script for Felix fans: Felix helped unpack the shopping (again) this afternoon.