y idea of a lazy Sunday afternoon apparently is walking to the TIFF Bell Lightbox while being chased by a homeless person with a cane for three blocks along Queen St East. When I got to the theatre in a sweat, I never realized seeing Les Amants du Pont-Neuf would be such a weird case of synchronicity. However I don’t think the homeless guy hobbling after me along Queen St was in love with me. But I would not blame him. I mean, look at me.