Robert Doisneau was born.
Maybe this is a rather lame admission, but I first encountered the beautiful photo above in what is still one of my favourite movies.
The trailer does it no justice at all.
And as Steve Dunn suggests, love should always be like that photo.
I later saw an exhibition of Doisneau's work at the Side Gallery in Newcastle, and fell even more in love. The Kiss at the Hotel De Ville, cliché as it may nowadays be, is still on my wall.