The Privilege of Growing Old

I am stuck!  Don’t know what the heck has happened to me, it’s been three months already and I can’t stand looking at the last post I did any longer! I officially hate it, so I left my bed in the middle of the night determined to fix the problem. Enough is enough. I have something to say and it’s been stuck in my throat and heart for a while… My friend Ellie is dying, she is dying really young…and Aging is a privilege, so if you are aging you are so darn lucky.

My friend Ellie is dying with ALS. I’ve never met her, but thousands of us consider her our best friend. She has this crazy beautiful blog called “Have Some Decorum” -you can find it here  – and thousands of adoring followers and friends…she is young and gorgeous, with a loving french husband and a pretty teenager daughter whom she adores and calls The Brat!  Ellie is a California girl living in Paris, she’s hilarious and irreverent, tender and tough, with a dirty mouth and a mischievous brain as quick and bright as a ray of light.  All her friends around the world, myself included, can’t accept the fact that we’re losing her and are praying for a miracle… and I would be all so grateful if you could add her to you prayers too.

To understand Ellie, you have to get to know her, it’s so worth it. I promise!  But you must go way back in her blog to really get her. Don’t make the mistake to judge, just let yourself experience a lesson in life and strength that is rare and remarkable. I found her  in 2014 through Janet from the blog The gardener’s Cottage  Janet had just discovered her and  begged us to pay her a visit, she was smitten and couldn’t stop reading…and then crying…  I started reading and I was hooked. I can only tell you to be prepared to laugh out loud and cry like a child…

I don’t have images of “Real People” growing old with grace, I’ve been told in this post  “Gray is Beautiful, or is it?” that the people in the pictures are rich, famous and photoshoped.  I agree, but those are the only pictures available and until I become a famous photographer and I can produce my own material, this will have to suffice, of course that’s never going to happen, I barely know how to use my camera in automatic and prefer my iphone!

What is true  and will continue to be true is that aging is a privilege not offered to all and that there is remarkable beauty, strength and character hidden in the lines that cover us all.

ellie grace summerland.jpg

Ellie and Gracie in California

party1.jpg

Ellie (Left in red and rhinestones?) and husband David. Don’t know who the lady in red in the middle is.

Ellie.jpgEllie, not long after…

Ellie dear.png

So let’s never forget to give thanks for the privilege and beauty of growing old

 

857baf3edbb2b411af1eea19aeb1173b.jpg

grow-old-beautifully-2.jpg

e9e5de7386e479b5a13b1f0c7da76f86.jpg

c3dd61dbf761adafc7c50c3c4bd67e39.jpg13bbd5c02f34ac4acc6922e6b5994a32.jpg

o-TOM-WINTER-facebook.jpg

f779e500ce497418f97200180bc1c850.jpg

a0a02edb6f3b27751de9c4a36c693f88.jpg

Annie Lennox 59.jpgEileen Fisher .jpg

 

f9823660e7907b9bc03b9d41bf567dac.jpg

3f497312e914a8d5be0c171fb2168e96.jpg

 

5a683b884dcbc8249fb21def578bec79.jpg

dc6033651384358fc705c58120ad836f.jpg

cb7860bce19e12b8a5c2d730ba269e8b.jpg

image.jpg

00ae52c7d648030f4dc3d76226e773ed.jpg

 

f818afa45e608b9974855d88cac6d123.jpg

 

d200b1824ff357739142413f949b4416.jpgvanessa redgrave and franco nero.jpg

a11458524fd6c39ee90e0310a5615798.jpg

364a912665cab40b26c02be15bfba5e4.jpg77121361.jpg

4529c42fd57562151c2904b43f88e920.jpg

daphne-selfe 89.jpged6325a58e59f63a01400fe2393b16e6.jpg

49e0b65581fd73a32731d76d56fa7d14.jpg62673ca2011002294dcfb3225edf5f8b.jpg976b97f6a418d62e8eaf7484a749247f.jpgchristy turlinton.jpg

5d5ea467ac504bf933d5da22b89ab6e0.jpg

Thank you for listening…

 

Le Printemps à Paris ~ Spring in Paris

Le Printemp à Paris

La Femme française
La Femme française – The french woman
Spring icecream
Spring icecream
Spring in Paris... Lapérouse
Spring in Paris… Lapérouse
The Kiss, Robert Doisneau....  What could I say...
The Kiss, Robert Doisneau… “Le baiser de l’hôtel de Ville”

J’aime Paris au mois de mai

J’aime Paris au mois de mai
Quand les bourgeons renaissent
Qu’une nouvelle jeunesse
S’empare de la vieille cité
Qui se met à rayonner

J’aime Paris au mois de mai
Quand l’hiver le délaisse
Que le soleil caresse
Ses vieux toits à peine éveillés

J’aime sentir sur les places
J’aime dans les rues où je passe
J’aime ce parfum de muguet que chasse
Le vent qui passe

Il me plaît à me promener
Par les rues qui se faufilent
À travers toute la ville.
J’aime, j’aime Paris au mois de mai
___

J’aime Paris au mois de mai.
Lorsque le jour se lève
Les rues sortent du rêve.
Après un sommeil très léger
Coquettes se refont une beauté

J’aime Paris au mois de mai
Quand soudain tout s’anime
Par un monde anonyme
Heureux de voir le soleil briller

J’aime quand le vent m’apporte
Des bruits de toutes sortes
Et les potins que l’on colporte
De porte en porte

Il me plaît à me promener
Dans les rues qui fourmillent
En souriant aux filles.
J’aime, j’aime Paris au mois de mai
___

J’aime Paris au mois de mai
Avec ses bouquinistes
Et ses aquarellistes
Que le printemps a ramenés
Comme chaque année le long des quais

J’aime Paris au mois de mai
La Seine qui l’arrose
Et mille petites choses
Que je ne pourrais expliquer

J’aime quand la nuit sévère
Étend la paix sur terre
Et que la ville soudain s’éclaire
De millions de lumières

Il me plaît à me promener
En contemplant les vitrines
La nuit qui me fascine.
Que j’aime Paris, oui.
J’aime Paris au mois de mai

I love Paris in the month of May
When the buds come alive again
[And] that a new youth
Takes hold of the old city
Which sets about glowing

I love Paris in the month of May
When winter abandons it
[And] that the sun caresses
Its barely awake old roofs

I love to smell in the squares
I love in the streets I pass through
I love this scent of lily of the valley that chases
The wind that is passing

It pleases me to go for a walk
Through the streets which weave
Across the whole city.
I love, I love Paris in the month of May
___

I love Paris in the month of May.
As soon as the day rises
The streets come out of their dreams.
After a very light sleep
Coquettes redo their make-up

I love Paris in the month of May
When suddenly everything comes alive
With an anonymous world
Happy to see the sun shining

I love when the wind brings me
Noises of all kinds
And the rumours that they spread
From door to door

It pleases me to go for a walk
In the streets that are teeming
While smiling at the girls.
I love, I love Paris in the month of May

I love Paris in May
with its book stalls
and its watercolourists
(I love) that spring has returned
as it does every year, along the quaysides
I love Paris in May
the Seine that washes upon it
and loads of little things
I cannot possibly explain

I love it when the stark night
spreads peace over the land
and the city suddenly lights up
with millions of lights
I like to stroll around
taking in the shop windows
in the night that fascinates me
I love, I love Paris in May

Taken from http://lyricstranslate.com/en/j%C2%B4aime-paris-au-mois-de-mai-i-love-paris-may.html#ixzz3XvA2I6FK
___

 Charles Aznavour

Anouk Aimèe
Anouk Aimèe
La Tour
La Tour
Très jolie
Très jolie
Catherine Deneuve
Catherine Deneuve
La Bohéme
La Bohéme

J'aime Paris au mois de Mai J´aime Paris au mois de mai Quand les bourgeons renaissent Qu´une nouvelle jeunesse S´empare de la vieille cité Qui se met à rayonner J´aime Paris au mois de mai Quand l´hiver le délaisse Que le soleil caresse Ses vieux toits à peine éveillés J´aime sentir sur les places Dans les rues où je passe Ce parfum de muguet que chasse Le vent qui passe Il me plaît à me promener Par les rues qui s´faufilent A travers toute la ville J´aime, j´aime Paris au mois de mai J´aime Paris au mois de mai Lorsque le jour se lève Les rues sortant du rêve Après un sommeil très léger Coquettes se refont une beauté J´aime Paris au mois de mai Quand soudain tout s´anime Par un monde anonyme Heureux de voir le soleil briller J´aime quand le vent m´apporte Des bruits de toutes sortes Et les potins que l´on colporte De porte en porte Il me plaît à me promener Dans les rues qui fourmillent Tout en draguant les filles J´aime, j´aime Paris au mois de mai J´aime Paris au mois de mai Avec ses bouquinistes Et ses aquarellistes Que le printemps a ramenés Comme chaque année le long des quais J´aime Paris au mois de mai La Seine qui l´arrose Et mille petites choses Que je ne pourrais expliquer J´aime quand la nuit sévère Etend la paix sur terre Et que la ville soudain s´éclaire De millions de lumières Il me plaît à me promener Contemplant les vitrines La nuit qui me fascine J´aime, j´aime Paris au mois de mai Charles Aznavour

Le Baiser de l'Opera, 1950. Robert Doisneau
Le Baiser de l’Opera, 1950. Robert Doisneau
Catherine Deneuve
Catherine Deneuve
L'amour à Paris
L’amour à Paris

00f3da9dc0698fc05b5ef79785462d4b

Catherine Deneuve, belle du jour
Catherine Deneuve, belle du jour
Notre Dame de Paris
Notre Dame de Paris

bike-2

Brides in Paris..
Brides in Paris..
Shangri-La Hotel, Paris
Shangri-La Hotel, Paris
Sweet Paris...
Sweet Paris… Art Nouveau staircase in Montmartre, Paris.
Chanel
Chanel
....
Lapérouse !
Lapérouse Restaurante
Lapérouse Restaurante
Claudia Schiffer
Claudia Schiffer
Catherine Deneuve
Catherine Deneuve
A Parisian photoshoot Glamour UK
A Parisian photoshoot Glamour UK
Au Revoir et merci!  Good bye and thank you!
Au revoir et merci beaucoup ! Good bye and thank you very much!

The Ghost of Christmas Past

Christmas is the most beautiful holiday of the year and even though we have managed to commercialize it to a point of no return it stills holds a profound meaning to me and to millions of people around the world … I believe all Christmases are happening at the same time, just like in Dickens’ “A Christmas Carol”  We are all connected, we are all the same….  I wanted to share with you the Christmas images I’ve been having lately in my mind and heart. I hope that you enjoy them and that they touch your heart as much as they did mine!

ITALIAN CHRISTMAS...
CHRISTMAS IN ITALY
YEP! WHAT HE SAID!
YEP! WHAT HE SAID!
My husband at Piazza San Marco in Venice, a long, long time ago... As I like to say: He was born the first half of last century! Sounds impressive, doesn't it?! (at the very end, 1949)
My husband at Piazza San Marco in Venice, a long, long time ago… As I like to say: He was born the first half of last century! Sounds impressive, doesn’t it?! (at the very end, 1949)
MORGAN WEISTLING
MORGAN WEISTLING IN A PERFECT INSPIRATION OF A PORTRAIT OF LOVE

“FOR IT IS GOOD TO BE CHILDREN SOMETIMES, AND NEVER BETTER THAN AT CHRISTMAS, WHEN ITS MIGHTY FOUNDER WAS A CHILD HIMSELF.” 
Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol

two elegant dogs

PURE LOVE
PURE LOVE

WHAT KIND OF LOVE?! PURE AND UNCONDITIONAL!

0c3b07b2d80314f03e69881e1247bb37

HOLLYWOOD WHAT?

PONT ALEXANDRE - LES PONTS DE PARIS...
PONT ALEXANDRE – LES PONTS DE PARIS…

06f16693beb7d7a0fb6b3a06ad6cb159

INNOCENT PERFECTION

0fc492eb2ff3aaeefeb042eff84d6d83

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS… IS YOU!

3776b6c9ae76e9266ae9bf10170630d8

STILL REMEMBER….NOT ONLY FOR DECORATION…

a7233ae9952bdf84d39579435355e042

I LOVE YOU… I REALLY DO…

63d2cfb116e2933dd239d86c98e4926b

EVERYTHING WENT QUIET …TIME STOOD STILL… I’LL ALWAYS HAVE, MY FATHER AND MY LITTLE BROTHER IN MY DREAMS…

d5d8e2afc9bb1f6584adc22f4050322b

IS THAT YOU MY GUARDIAN ANGEL?! YOU LOOK EXACTLY LIKE HIM!

THE 'PEPINIERE' PARK IN VILLERS-LES-NANCY, FRANCE
THE ‘PEPINIERE’ PARK IN VILLERS-LES-NANCY, FRANCE

my dog and I

FAMILY WILL HOLD YOU FOREVER, EVEN WHEN THEY ARE NOT HERE ANYMORE..

IT'S STILL CHRISTMAS, EVEN IN THE STREETS... STILL CHRISTMAS…EVEN IN THE STREETS…

VENICE STREETS ...
VENICE STREETS …
MAGIC
YOU CAN’T APPRECIATE SUMMERS WITHOUT WINTERS… YOU CAN’T APPRECIATE WINTERS WITHOUT SUMMERS!
I REMEMBER
MEMORIES OF MY FATHER
SIMPLY CHRISTMAS..
SIMPLY… IT’S CHRISTMAS!
CHRISTMAS JOY...
AMAZING GRACE!
COLMAR, FRANCE...
COLMAR, FRANCE…
OH MY, HE IS REAL!
OH MY, IT’S REALLY YOU SANTA!
REALLY?
I KNOW, I KNOW… I’M MISSING MY RED NOSE! I WAS IN A HURRY…
DADDY IS HOME
DADDY IS HOME! PLEASE HOLD ME!
WHAT MATTERS IS TO BE TOGETHER
THERE IS NOBODY ELSE IN THE WORLD I’D RATHER BE WITH…
OH BOY!
OH BOY! I’M BEAUTIFUL…
DO YOU WANT A LITTLE GIRL FOR CHRISTMAS?… I COME WITH A TEDDY BEAR…
WE HAVE TOO MUCH... YES, WE DO.
WE HAVE TOO MUCH… YES, WE DO.
THE CHRISTMAS SOCK... I RATHER BE COLD THAN WITHOUT DREAMS
THE CHRISTMAS SOCK… SHE’D RATHER BE COLD THAN WITHOUT DREAMS
MILK AND COOKIES
MILK AND COOKIES, FOR SANTA AND ME!
HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS, YES INDEED!
HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS, YES INDEED!
NORMAN ROCKWELL
NORMAN ROCKWELL … AMERICAN GENIUS !
THE PRETTIEST TREE IN THE WORLD
THE PRETTIEST TREE IN THE WORLD

christmas car

42b18229944166418a9ec733e077acd8

WHEN MOTHERS RULED THE WORLD!

WHEN ANYTHING WAS ENOUGH!
REMEMBER WHEN?
1936 A CHRISTMAS DINNER
1936 A CHRISTMAS DINNER
THE HEART OF A CHILD...
THE HEART OF A CHILD…
WINTER WONDERLAND
WINTER WONDERLAND
LOVE
EN UNAS MÍSERAS PAJAS… APOYADO SUAVEMENTE, DESCANSA SU PURA FRENTE… (MEMORIES OF MY MOTHER SINGING CHRISTMAS CAROLS WHEN I WAS A CHILD)

red barn christmas

I HOPE!
I HOPE! I BELIEVE!
RED MIRACLE
DUTCH MIRACLE
THE RABBITS CHRISTMAS
THE RABBITS’ CHRISTMAS
YES, WE HAVE ENOUGH TOYS...
LET’S TELL EVERYBODY THAT YES, WE HAVE ENOUGH TOYS…
NEW SHOES!  JOY!
NEW SHOES!! AUSTRIAN BOY DURING WWII
AND ENOUGH DECORATIONS...
THE SKINNY BOY WITH THE SKINNY TREE, NO, IT’S NOT ABOUT A SIZE “0”
THE BEAUTY AND THE BEAST
THE BEAUTY AND THE BEAST
Harry
Harry, are you still there waiting dear?  No child should have to wait in christmas!  It still hurts when I see you there like that, after so many years…
PICASSO
PICASSO
CONTEMPLATION
CONTEMPLATION
WHEN ALL WAS WELL IN THE WORLD
WHEN ALL WAS WELL IN THE WORLD
WONDER!
WONDER

“I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach!”
Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol

CHRISTMAS IN COLMAR, ALSACE...
CHRISTMAS IN COLMAR, ALSACE… FRANCE