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Paris & Moi! In the honor of 14 Juillet …

Me and Paris go way, way back. I am talking about a long relationship, on and off, back and forth!

First, we’ve been introduced when I was 8 years old. My mom & I were visiting my oldest brother in Paris, where he was studying and working.

It was like magic for me. I liked everything about this beautiful city. From the red flowers hanging from the wooden-framed windows, beautiful architect, cobblestone pavement in narrow streets, lovely sound of French language, to the smell of the metro & very chic people. Although I was young then, but I recognize now, I was able to distinguish the difference between there and the country I was born in. Somehow, as a child, I felt a different kind of freedom, like people kissing on the streets which was totally unusual in my eyes. Showing their love for one another and being free to do that, revealed an incredible, uncomfortable and joyful feelings in my heart.

I went back to Paris when I was 15 years old again, and stayed for over 2 months in the company of my brother, his family and friends.

In a different age, knowledge, understanding and expectations, I experienced a unique love for this city. I had many of my first experiences at once and It’s imprinted in my memory forever, like wine tasting, the discotheques, and shopping solo!

I returned there after 4 years to study and I am visiting every few years since then.

Pictures that I am sharing here is from my last visit about 2 years ago.

 

In conclusion: I love Paris, period. I wish to return and live there for the rest of my life, which seems impossible at this moment, but you never know! ;)

Happy July 14th!

Where is your favorite place in the world, and why?

A Grand-Ma by love

My grand mother from my mother’s side had passed away a few days after I was born, and my grand father a few months after her. From my father’s side they were deceased before I was even born. Not only have I never seen them, but I never felt and enjoyed the relationship with them like most people.

It was sad not knowing them at all and wondering how it could’ve been. But I had to accept the fact, and cherish the stories told by my mom.

A portrait of Grand Ma - Acrylic on canvas - 2008

Then, I met my husband’s grand mother. A woman full of life, energy and love who was a leader in her time, which was not so common then.

She was fun to be around and I would laugh with her. When I was sitting with her to chat she would take my hand into hers firmly. It felt like she loved me so much that she didn’t want to let me go. She showed her love by squeezing my hands and whispering in my ears: “ whoever loves my children I love them even more.” What was deeply touching for me was that I could feel it and knew it was true. She really loved me!

It was then that I felt so cared for and privileged. I felt that feeling of the unique love between grand parent and grand child that I never had experienced before.

In all the few years I had known her she never once did or said anything that could bring me down. She paid attention to all her children and grand children with love. She was fun to be around and she gave me the experience of having a grand mother not by blood but by love.

She was my grand mother too.

I will love her forever for the love she gave me.