Last night we had a mind blowing experience while reading on my bed. While observing the city of Paris from a clock tower with his friend Isabelle, the main character Hugo mentioned a movie he had once seen with his father. He described a scene with Paris frozen in time. An avid freeze-tagger himself, my son was particularly intrigued by the thought of this movie.
"Is it a real movie or made up?"
"I think it's real," I told him. I grabbed my iPhone, hopped on YouTube and in a few seconds flat magic happened. In the dark of the room in 2012, we were instantaneously watching Paris Asleep (Paris qui dort), a silent film from 1925. The screen flickered; the reel whirred in the background. We watched the whole thing with ridiculous smiling faces.
We continued reading, feeling like we had climbed through the pages and entered Hugo's world.