Needing escape from the frattyness of my hostel, I decided to go to the movies. After the Oscar party last week I felt I had some catching up to do. Armed with Haribo gummis and Kinder chocolate, I bought a ticket for Les Mis. It brought back memories of seeing it on Broadway during a summer romance trip to NYC years ago. I loved being immersed in the movie’s beautiful anguish, yet ending with bittersweet hope. The lines of feminine sorrow and struggle resonated with me, especially Fantine’s ballad of despair, which sent me to tears.