Beaumarchais the Scoundrel

I remember when I first heard and saw this film. It was June 1996 and I was flying Air France to spend seven weeks in the Loire Valley of France and a week in Paris which was a lifelong dream. I still yearn to go back there. On the flight back then we did not have personal screens like we do now, we had one screen and one film, not like today where we have many to choose from. Anyway, this film was on route from Newark to Paris. It was glorious memory and uplifting every step of the way. I just loved the music, the sound, the language, the costumes, and you just felt wonderful after watching it. Going to France fulfills the dream. My last day in Paris, I visited Pere Lachase Cemetery not for Jim Morrison but I paid my respects to Beaumarchais' family plot as well.