News about my death is greatly exaggerated

I cannot even count the amount of times I was close to pushing "delete" button of this blog. 

Every time I thought "Ah, maybe tomorrow.

"Basically just couldn't do it, although I would have reached the point soon if there wouldn't have been a trip to Scotland. 

Then it came clear at least 5 people are truly fond of my blog and Ott wouldn't have any pictures of him without my photo chronicle. Therefore I reconsidered the "tumour idea" and substituted it with taking the blog as a caravan. 

It's sometimes annoying, but in the end of the day you have a bloody portable home with a mini fridge...

Circus philosophy - sense it makes none.

So Wilma is continuing with the circus.

This picture is perfect for a poster of the world tour, because it is so happy and emotional.

Winter was a rather kind one this year, only two weeks of minus 25°C.

Two months I haven't posted anything. A lot has happened, a lot has melted.

Snow made my fingers numb from joy

Independence day and grandfather's 60th with Zavetskoje.

The official sponsor of the Circus family:

A friend of a friend of a friend, who is now a friend got older and wiser.

(birthdays - a reason to take out the camera + to drink my first beer in a month, btw since january I've had three beers, but who's counting):

Quick, put these hats on, no time to explain.

Circus in Mexico:

Along with spring came positive ideas - maybe the grass is greener on THIS side?!:

Circus family was home alone and babysitting a small kitten.

Also sun lighted up the room, boom!

That nose, that wet nose, that wet soft nose, that wet soft warm nose.

awwwww:

Birthdays everywhere! and the most special one, of the main artist of my Circus.

My plan "wake-him-up-5AM-with-sandwich-cake-and-candles,-run-to-work,-come-back-home-to-pimp-myself-up,-take-him-out-to-our-home-restaurant,-snuggle-until-we-fall-a-sleep" resulted me getting sick the day before and plan B "vomit-two-days-in-a-row" came in action. I somehow gathered my strength for few minutes to bake him a cake, which looked like a giant loaf of black bread with butter.

Despite it all, he was happy.

Few days later I felt better and compensated my "girlfriend fail" with baking like crazy for his birthday party. 

Imagine, how it felt to go to work 7am the next day...:

Sleeping beauty at the party:

see you soon.

Girls just want to have fun

With new travel plans on my mind I will end the France chapter. 

All kisses and hugs to Meowlin:

After I bought the Chloé jacket, we were tripping balls.

OMG, I still cannot believe it (I'm a material girl, all the way!:

The most famous whorehouse:

Like 'The Eye' from Lord of the Rings:

"Being in the ghetto side of town 
and it's getting dark outside...
Help!"

Sacré-Cœur:

This is Paris.
Nice to meet you.

The main conclusion of my trip to Paris:
This is the reality...

...but I reject it and substitute with my own.
So Paris for me is:
1. best vintage stores

2.Glamorous life of the privileged:

And now never before seen footages.

Sponsored my Macbook:

Quiet Sunday + Louvre

I made exactly 108 pictures (three film-rolls) in Paris, which is a rather small amount for you, digital camera lovers out there. 

It's not really a lot of pictures, but sure in blogging scale it makes up quite a few posts. 

I'm half way through, I promise. Stay with me, merci!

Somewhat annoyed that Eiffel is such a cliché, 

on the other hand, "Holy shit, let's make more pictures!"

Paris Men's Fashion week was held a week before my visit. 

Which meant sad, but beautiful children. Happy gay couples. No pollution. Meowlin  working 110h per week. Fashion cares!

This all meant that she seriously needed her beauty sleep and 

on Sunday morning I snuck out, so she could purr-purr-purr:

When I thought that England is crazy with their "everything closed on Sundays",

it's actually nothing compared to French "everything really is closed on Sundays and that's the law".

Only a local market was open for few hours.

Imagine if Balta turg looked like this:

(started to think about how the elevator cables were cut during the occupation of France, so that Hitler couldn't get to the top of the tower)

The grim side of Eiffel:

Then I sat in a café to read a book (how very French of me).

A guy came next to me and started a conversation "I speaky Angliiis." I let him carry on, because if a Frenchman is trying to speak English with you, you let him! A very rare situation, by the way. 

He was interested in my book, which was in Swedish - and yes, of course I pretended to be Swedish, like I always do, because blondes and Swedes have more fun! 

Sadly I didn't have time to finish our plans to go skiing in the Alps, I pardoned myself and went back to my dear Meowlin:

In the meanwhile, Meowlin had woken up and we had dinner/breakfast with croissants and baguettes.

OUI!:

After all the munchies and girl talk, we took a late night walk to Trocadéro. We didn't need boys, we just needed each other.

No romance just amazons!

Every full hour the Eiffel looks like a Russian woman.

Bling-bling:

Giving different angles of myself, now sitting:

This is lovely, all what's missing is a sleazy text over it in Helvetica:

 Next day, brighter sky.

The first and only time I saw sun in Paris:

Artsy crowded Louvre:

Ironically I made more pictures inside out from Louvre, then inside:

Angles, angles, angles:

"I'm your Venus, I'm your fire!"

Shaved her hands off, I guess:

 

Contemporary Venus and the old bitch Venus:

The ceiling is the limit:

Athena:

I wouldn't ask her number, I wouldn't take her out on a date.

It's beyond me how many people were taking pictures of Mona Lisa with their Apple products...

...while this piece of art was just surrounded by children, who had their mandatory school lesson there. 

Eiffel is everywhere.:

Little big people:

Real life ant farm: