, nursing a single espresso. He wasn't looking for a landmark or a museum. He was looking for a face—the one he had seen in 2001 and never managed to forget. Every time the bell above the door chimed, his breath hitched. He watched the reflection in the glass: women with wind-swept hair, students carrying heavy satchels, tourists lost in maps.
In the City of Sylvia is not for everyone. But for the right viewer—the romantic, the melancholic, the wanderer—it is not just a film. It is a mirror. And when you gaze into it, you do not see Sylvia. You see yourself. in the city of sylvia 2007