I knew that glass elevator in the house was magical. But I didn’t know for sure until Gene Wilder somersaulted through the front door today with a velvet top hat.
So I did what anybody would: Shot through the house’s skylight roof with the elevator to get a bird’s eye view of Europe with the sentimental comedian. The shattered roof left quite a mess but Gloria, our maid, had no problem cleaning it up.
Too bad I didn’t have a camera on me.
3 years ago