Nothing like an afternoon Paris stroll through the Tuleries, with a pit stop for crepes and coffee.

Yes, My People, this is what it’s all about. I think, quite simply, my life can come down to crepes and coffee. With an absolute divine view of Paris thrown in there.

What more could I ask for?

Okay, so there’s always more to ask for … but … it’s these times, when I am basked in appreciation and awe.Truthfully, I can hardly make it two feet without without waves of gratitude washing over me.

Maman and I are having such a fun time together … lots of flighty moments between the two of us, like me completely missing the curb when I went to step down … somehow I forgot it was there … yeah, real smooth. Lots of fabulous people we keep meeting or who wait on us at cafés. And so much laughter.

We can’t even talk about our iphones without dissolving into hysterical laughter. And in that laughter, I found that I truly do think it’s funny, and hold absolutely zero anger, or guilt that they were stolen.

Gone.

Laughter, it’s a cure all. One that I firmly believe in, and it helps our diaphragm release, which is a very important thing because:

“The diaphragm is hard-wired to the mind with a very powerful body-mind connection through the nervous system. Exercising the diaphragm causes strong involuntary actions in the mind including the release of chemicals and the release of emotions.”

Just think of the Dali Lama … is that dude always laughing or what? Does he consistently have a smile on his face that can power an entire city? Doesn’t he seem so fun? I bet he’d be all about having a Nutella crepe, too.

Back to crepes and my café … Maman, had a creme brulee … quite divine, as well … of course, I had to sample.

After our sugar high, we walked over to La Roue de Paris … the Ferris Wheel … yes, that monstrous thing. Just looking up at it made me go all weak in the knees. But I wasn’t about to let that stop me.

We purchased two tickets and were seated in Car 16 — which I immediately took as a good sign {given my 16th birthdate} that we weren’t going to die.

Maman and I have done the Ferris Wheel on two other occasions … one of which we both found difficult to believe was ten years ago. People, where the hell does the time go?

We both were nervous, though I didn’t let on just how much the height thing was affecting me. Let’s see … shortness of breath, chest pains, dizziness …. yeah, totally could have been a candidate for cardiac arrest.

I quickly found something specific to focus on to take my mind away from the calculations of if some of the cables were to snap, how quickly we’d fall to the ground, chances of survival, and how many others we might take out along the way.

Narrowing in one monument at a time was a great distraction. And, you can see everything, every little part of Paris, from up there.

It reminded me of the high swings last year {coincidentally, they are located right next to the Ferris Wheel} … if I was going to depart Earth, it would be a great way to go. The last thing I’d see would be Paris. I could live, er die, with that. Definitely.

I really don’t enjoy heights. Not one little bit. So I try my damnedest to not ever let this affect me or dictate the things I will or won’t do.

Because, it was worth it. It was worth facing my irrational fear of heights all the way up there in that car, with the wind slowly swaying us back and forth.

Seeing Paris sprawled out below and in front of me like that … I’m starting to think that the phrase, of having the world at your feet … maybe it is possible …

It’s easier to think of things, many things, as being possible when so high up. I wondered why that was and I told Maman … perhaps it’s because it makes one feel so much closer to the heavens … that soaring feeling … putting everything else into such a smaller perspective, so it doesn’t seem so scary … what can seem scary when so high up looking down at how tiny the world, or a city is?

I decided: nothing.