What a great movie. Funny, tender, at the same time irreverent and venerating, well performed, and beautifully filmed. It surely does for Paris what Manhattan did for Manhattan. And Owen Wilson has little moments of brilliance as he pulls off being himself and flashes of a younger Woody Allen.
I did notice the merry-go-round, of course, but sadly not the unicycles. I’m sure I’ll be seeing the film again and will make it a point of looking more closely.