Agnès Varda may not see as well as she used to, but her creative vision has never been clearer. If the magnificently moving, funny, life-affirming, and altogether wonderful “Faces Places” (or, in its original language, the much smoother “Visages Villages”) is to be the 88-year-old Belgian auteur’s last film, it will be because of her failing eyesight or the inexplicable difficulty she’s had with funding her work, and not because she’s run out of things to say or novel ways to say them.

If this is to be her last film, then it will be one of cinema’s most extraordinary sendoffs, as poignant and perfect a swan song as Hayao Miyazaki’s “The Wind Rises” or Abbas Kiarostami’s “Like Someone in…

Another big milestone for us. Our realtor called to say that the sellers of the house we want countered our offer with a small price increase. After some discussion, Sarah and I decided to accept their terms, as long as they could allow us a more standard 60-day closing. They agreed; now all that remains are grant applications and a positive home inspection. If everything goes through, we could be living in our first house by mid-March, maybe even sooner.

Sarah wanted to watch something pleasant afterward, so we picked Agnés’ new film to keep our morale high. Seeing Agnés onscreen, I recalled our trip to Hong Kong last summer, where she was visiting for a retrospective. This was just…