So what do you do on a glorious morning when London is looking fab in the sunshine? You think pink, grab a croissant and sit in a darkened cinema watching Funny Face. Even if it's not very long since you saw it last, because seeing it on television doesn't count.
Could there be a better feel-good movie? It's got Paris and frocks and the best-ever beatnik bookshop in a movie and songs that set your toes tapping and TWA planes and a spoof on Sartre.
And gorgeous Kay Thompson (in sizzling turquoise eye-shadow) - who is probably better remembered today for living in the Plaza hotel and writing Eloise.
Of course, Fred Astaire - who was pushing 60 - is far too old for lovely Audrey.
103 minutes of sitting in the dark with a great big smile on your face is very good for the soul ...
And when I emerged it was sunny enough to sit outside with a box lunch from Lantana and a view of the Post Office Tower against the blue sky.
Then I filled in half an hour doing my food shop for the weekend, took a short cut through Chinatown and spent the afternoon - oh, I do love back-to-back movies - watching Inside Llewyn Davis. Which took me full circle back to Greenwich Village where I'd started off at 10am in Audrey's bookshop. It was sad, funny, great music, and the great thing about an over-50s audience is they get jokes about Clancy Brothers' knitwear that are lost on the young.