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"A happy life is just a string of happy moments. But most people don't allow the happy moment, because they're so busy trying to get a happy life." – Abraham   My happy Paris moments this time included places and/or people. Such as the most charming terasse, surrounded by the most delicate roses: An evening at the most authentic cabaret: Yummyest lobster lunch: Artsyest Monmartre artist (and an other one, with whom, it turned out, we shared the same friends!): Most touching exhibition, on stolen souls: My Paris moments. Some, happy. All beautiful. A few of them, unforgettable. ~*♥*~

My yesterday started out with most serious intentions. And then turned all bubbly. Between a doctor's appointment and not only one, but two gym classes reserved, I had a free moment to sit down in the sun and read a little Hemingway (seriously - sophisticating the mind and working the butt was the plan). When past strutted the lovely Sissi with Heidi InWonderland, and hijacked me along. Mmmmmm it turned out to be one of those joyous carefree warm summerdays (nights) when everything is possible... Even taking off for Tallinn, for another lovely fashion show, this Friday... Before the night was over, invitations were arranged, our trip & hotel rooms booked. Luckily, we stopped short at reserving the helicopter... Which for a moment seemed like an intelligent financial move. Until we noticed that the price quoted was per person... Hmpf. But in this company, even rowing our way to Tallinn would guarantee a most memorable experience ♥. ~*♥*~

I'd like to recommend a most thought provoking exposition to any and all of you who might visit Paris this summer. At Musée du quai Branly, titled "Les Maîtres du désordre" - Masters of disorder, or chaos, - it was a must-see for me. Out of all the ancient or modern traditions - from Tibet, Mali,India, the Ivory Coast, Brazil, Colombia, Papua New Guinea, Tahiti, Siberia... - invented by man to control the uncontrollable,  it was surprisingly a piece from the US that truly got under my skin. On the screen behind me Anna Halprin, one of the great pioneers of modern dance, who in 1975 learned that she had fatal cancer. Instead of surrendering to the inevitable, Anna decided to attack her beast within. She invited 10 of her closest friends to witness as she painted  an image of her cancer on a huge canvas, and exorcised it with dance, cries, prayer, kneeling, fighting... with inimitable despair and rage. Her wailing, screaming, crying, wordless cursing filled the full exhibition hall, echoing everywhere. So bare. Raw. Powerful. Absolutely haunting. In her next medical check-up, all signs of her cancer were gone. This documentary tale  hit a core in me as I've - rather helplessly - witnessed both my parents struggling against cancer. Their approach towards their personal demons was rather... Different. Very Finnish, very stoic. Neither of them ever discussed their fears or pains - maybe they would have considered it complaining. All their screams were only heard within, all their battles took place inside their heads. Maybe they would have benefited from shouting, cursing and swearing it out instead of holding all that inside. So alone. In such discreet silence. Note to self. Call mom. Every Day. ~*♥*~ Ps. Anna (born 1920) still occasionally lectures at universities. She was the first person to introduce nude dancers. The first person to introduce black and white dancers together. First person to present a group of HIV positive dancers. ~ What a Lady.

Again last Sunday I was the last, the very last person to make it to our little picnic... In explanation - not excuse - I can only say that I was stuck at home,  captivated and playing this song by Heli Kajo on repeat. Eventually, I did drag my butt - and my laptop - to Kaivopuisto in an attempt to seduce / torture everybody with my latest musical addiction, but that ended rather typically. In silent treatment by my laptop. I'm telling you, sometimes my pc and I resemble an old married couple who just don't communicate. But I don't give up. Voilà, the divine Heli Kajo. Listen - and you'll understand why I couldn't get out the door.

"Kun mennään tanssimaan kaduilla huudetaan näettekö tätä on rakkaus" ~*♥*~

It's time to pack friends, kids, aunts, uncles, cats & dogs... and head out for the first Picnic of the year!!! [caption id="attachment_9267" align="aligncenter" width="490"] Photo Unjung Jun[/caption] My kind of day is in the cards. Sun, dear friends, kids' adventures, good conversation, fingerfood...Miauuuu ♥. Welcome & join us darlings whom I couldn't reach! We'll be someplace where seabreeze meets parklife. All ladies, Mama duty calling ♥. Swinging's just that much more fun when one's being swung. [caption id="attachment_9308" align="aligncenter" width="261"] Coucou![/caption] [caption id="attachment_9306" align="aligncenter" width="400"] Unique bohemian earrings by Fine van Brooklin.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_9311" align="aligncenter" width="500"] ... lightest finest rosa silk shirt from France, cotton trousers H&M, ballerinas Redfoot (Sex and the City; the Carrie model), rose quartz & turqoise earrings Fine fan Brooklin, silver vintage ring from 1920's, silver bracelet from Zambia; chosen by my dad 30something years ago; worn by me always.[/caption]

One happy day ♥.

~*♥*~