DAY TWELVE, THIRTEEN and FOURTEEN of MySexLifeInParis

But don’t you like Paris?

I get this question a lot.

Who doesn’t like Paris? It is like saying ‘No, I don’t like George Clooney.. he is nice.. but nothing special’ - ??!!!

Of course I love Paris: Of course I would love to live in a palace near Elisee and one day become Sarko’s lover. Isn’t that every girl’s dream? As Carla is explaining us daily.

But.. I suppose when you move from MySexLifeInMOSTAR to MySexLifeInParis you sort of have big expectations.

Let me explain it with an example: thirteen years ago I had no idea what was cellulite. HA HA HA Please, laugh with me: a girl of nineteen with no clue about cellulite is a perfect indicator of what a simpleton I was. But, one day a good friend from Australia arrived and she explained me all – that cute little dots to be seen with a microscope were not giving character to my ass, but they were in fact my enemy number one (and that was during the war in BiH). In no time we were cruising Florence in search of the most powerful weapon against our well buried enemy. Oh, those nice times when we were young.

Now I am an expert for the mater and I can see your cellulite even where there is no. But…, it will come! Be prepared, should be your moto, as it is mine as I go around with my precious cream massaging hard (p.s. I don’t really do it, but I think I should.. it is one of those things that are highly on my priority list of the things to do tomorrow never). I am also an expert for wrinkles, I can predict them: like the other day I looked to the face of thirty years old friend and I told her: in ten years you will have at least one big wrinkle or many small… I know that for a fact. I also know that I will have one day gray hear… For disasters of the kind you don’t need Nosterdamus. Ask me.

Or ask my friend. Or my friend’s friend. We all know it.

So, I am in France, I am in Paris and when opening a French Marie Clair I expect something new. Definite solutions, for example. In stead, as at home where there would be a pharmacist that would speak about spectacular innovation and guaranteed visible results in ten days here it is this different: la pharmacienne a parle d’innovation spectaculaire et garanti des resultats visibles en dix jours. You understand my problem?

It is hard to find really new and exiting cellulite products, but also other things, when you are not nineteen anymore.

Blame me for my ingenuity but I thought that in Paris even my cellulite ass would be cuter. Blame me, but I thought that the gothic church in Paris would be older, grass greener, ice creams, cakes, baguettes.. minus three hundred calories.

Luckily, there are still some things that bring my spirits up on MySexLifeInParis, that are not monotonous, not already seen, tried and hated: remember cheese Tourteau? It is important. Please, all of you that can get your hands on this delicious food - DO!

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And these?

Have your eyes jiggled at the site?

Visuals like this are food for my eyes.

But.. and here I go again:

FASHION AWARENESS

It is one of those terrible stereotype musts that entered in our awareness a couple of years ago, I suppose mainly under the enormous social influence of Sex and the City TV serial. Nothing ever did so good to the fashion industry as that show, on the other hand I don’t know how much it really made good to the women – only propagating the idea of fashion linked to the names of expensive designer collections instead of affirming the idea of style, which by the way is fashion awareness (minus designer bluntness). Anyway, fashion in Paris exists and I know it because I read magazines and I watch television and I window shop. The end of fashion. Of course, there are plenty of really well dressed women, but the problem is that those that are not well dressed, and they are a lot.. absolutely lack awareness about dressing – so the term fashion awareness popped out as a necessity. It is mostly or exclusively the case with the way the immigrants in the city dress. And when you say immigrants it is like saying the way every second person dresses.. in some areas. Many.

I am sorry to say, but the way a lot of immigrants dresses screams for fashion awareness. I don’t think it has much to do with being unable to afford the cloths, but with the general condition they find themselves in. So:

Multiculturaly Immigranting Paris

There are many immigrants in this city.. and these people live in quite neglected areas and they seem sort of unhappy. I am sure that there are many successfully integrated immigrants that live happy lives… but, it is also truth that there are many people here that don’t live a happy life, that seem to be left alone to them selves and sort of neglected.

What I am trying to say is that in this city many seemingly unhappy people live, I suppose a lot due to the shortage of good integration policies or I don’t know what… But there is a problem, and a quite numerous problem: people that live here but are unhappy about their status, their life, their position in the society and because of that are sort of passive or aggressive in different ways, fashion included.

THE SHOES. I am calling this picture The Shoes as the ultimate word I have on the shoe subject. But, I am opening a financial subject – SPONSORS WANTED. I am willing to put 100 out of 300 euros price of these beauties and goodhearted people from the world, friends and family are invited to contribute with their offers. As you can see on a picture it is for a very good cause.

14 JULLIET

Is a French National Holliday and my Birthday. Well, it was nice - a usual birthday my stile.. only this time I did not cry as much. I don’t know what was wrong with me. The French with all the Mediterranean nations that Sarko invited were celebrating. In fact 14 July is a nice date for me because it is related to the 18^th century which is one my favorite historic periods and in particular with the French revolution, that is its sublime ideals… but the way they have in mind to celebrate and the way I have in mind, differ a little bit. To celebrate they promote what is consensually considered the biggest evil and the threat of the world – weapons.. soldiers.. the WAR. That is celebration? Think twice, please.

I had to do something - in the evening a beautiful fireworks were made for my birthday.

Today we remember my grandmother... more or less just as every other day. All female members of my family swear that a day doesn’t pass without her yelling at us… always lovingly trying to improve us.

She was passionate and generous, she loved life and we miss her a lot.

She was and is the Best.