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I've never won anything in my life. But if ever somebody arranges the Olympics on absent-mindedness, dreamaway impracticability or getting lost anywhere and  everywhere, you'd be wise to bet your money on me. This time, I got caught upon our return at the CdG Airport... My passport had expired, ages ago. I'd happily travelled with it - I don't know how many times - without anybody, least of all me, noticing. To top it all, I had a similar incident with my son not once, but twice last year... [caption id="attachment_9228" align="aligncenter" width="500"] Wool coat Red Valentino, silk shirt from Paris, silver hoop earrings found from Cannes, bag vintage Chanel.[/caption] Well, luckily this little hiccups took place in France where one can always trust the anarchistic and rebellious nature of a Frenchman. They resent all regulations, authorities and stipulated practices to the core - and never miss an opportunity to break, bend or go around the rules. So it didn't surprise me much when the check-in person just wished me a safe flight with my expired passport. I've forgotten prescription only medication at home and gone to explain my problem at a French pharmacy... And been sold the medicine needed straight away.  "Mais Madame, you know what medicine you've been prescribed! There's no need to waste time and money on doctors." Long, long ago I've accidentally gone shopping with Serge's credit card - and been told to just sign my purchases with his name. Some, more uptight cultures might consider that to be forgery... Not France. "Mais Madame! His money is your money too!" I've parked the car in very unorthodox places, and eversoslightly broken traffic rules... Without anybody, least of all the police, so much as rising an eyebrow. Gotta love those French. And gotta renew that passport before I travel someplace else... I have a feeling that all of the incidents above would have ended very differently, had they taken place for example in Germany... the US... Finland... ~*♥*~

Would you believe it, in four hours' time we'll be off to Paris! [caption id="attachment_9205" align="aligncenter" width="500"] This picture is by Unjung Jun. But in this little girl, I see myself...[/caption] Besides being the most beautiful city in the world, to me Paris is the place of larger than life kind of love - and loss. There I've fallen in love the first time ever.  There I've promised to love someone for the rest of my life. Gotten engaged. Been unconditionally happy. And then. At one point I couldn't even visit the city for a decade as it contained too many bittersweet memories to bear. There's so much history between me and the City of Lights. And despite everything, because of everything, I absolutely love Paris. Let's see what she has in store for me this time. I'm ready ♥. ~*♥*~

[caption id="attachment_9188" align="aligncenter" width="500"] The picture features the beautiful and magically talented Marianlinn Le Fay. You can find her treasures from fb; Marianlinn Le Fay Art and Design.[/caption]

I wish a truly sunny Mother's Day to all you lovely Mamas out there!

~*♥*~

Yesterday was a good day, exercisewise. I was feeling all smug as I did two gym classes by Tarja Runsten, who, I have to say, is simply the best fitness instructor in all of Finland. She works her group until we've all lost the concept of time and place, who we are and where we are coming from. AND most importantly, she makes workouts fun - be it dance, body sculpting, yoga... I have a sure-fire fitness regime. If I can do one of Tarja's classes per day without feeling like I'm gonna die, I am fit. If I survive two classes in a row, I'm superwoman. I've never owned a scale and I don't count calories. I simply drag my booty to Tarja's classes often enough. And afterwards, the feeling is like so: Today I did an easy class of hot yoga. But instead of the workout euphoria expected, I actually started feeling very similar to the day when I fainted at the theatre. The teacher's instructions turned into blurry background noise, I didn't dare to get up as the floor and walls were moving. I couldn't breathe. Then I realised. And felt, if possible, even more stupid. I'd just forgotten to eat. Again. I'd had a rye cracker in the morning and nothing else all day. No wonder I was feeling like a half-drowned kitten who couldn't scoop herself up from the gym floor. Fine, Universe. You win. I'll learn my lesson. My body is trying to tell me something and maybe it's time I listened. I'll start taking it more gently. I'll try to sleep enough (even if I open a good book in the evening). I'll remember to eat. I already eat stuff that's good for me but I'll start doing it regularly. I'll get some fresh air every day. Especially when there's no time for it. I'll hug, kiss and laugh. Every day. After all, there's more to a woman than the shell... Gotta be kind to the soul as well ♥. ~*♥*~

Yesterday,  we had one of those win-win situations at home. I promised my youngest son to kiss him as many times as the number till which he could count in French (he's half French). This apparently motivated my baby quite a bit, as he exceeded his previous record (30) and went on to 99! [caption id="attachment_9157" align="aligncenter" width="500"] Don't you just wanna kiss him all over too!!![/caption]

 And again, there was an old attic flat in Kruununhaka, filled by a whole lotta kisses.

And a whole lotta giggles :) .

~*♥*~