When Harry met Sally, he thought, ‘Somebody up there likes me.’ Totally bewitched at finding her among the bridesmaids at her best friend’s wedding, while he was best man.  Laura, his favoured pretty woman, went, but he managed only a brief encounter with Sally. With friendly persuasion, someone gave him her apartment number. After forty-eight hours, he found Ten Rillington Place. It was high noon when he arrived. Nobody home when he knocked. She’d just gone with the wind. Could he knock on any door? Suddenly, she was there, smiling. Where now? Where else? The cinema to see Casablanca.