Bienvenue chez moi

I am moving in next week.

Der Tag verbrachte ich als Mann.

I'm sorry to distract from all the prettiness of my former blog post's. However this felt a little necessary. You see a few weeks ago I took my little brother to the Geneva car expo. It was 6 hours of laughing as groups of men stood around photographing, acting manly and generally basking in their own testosterone in front of pre-release automobiles. 

This was the only other woman there. Look how enthused she is about her little man changing the roof pattern of the latest Citroen. 

As the hours went by my inner man started to come out. I started to not check how my hair looked in rear-vision mirrors or complain about the smell and like an epiphany I began focusing on more important things like how this cars seats were made out of rubber string and that it went really fast.

Or that I could keep bags full of manly things attatched to the back of this one.

And that the new Merceds-Benz can drive up walls.

Suddenly giant suave men being projected onto large surfaces was no longer of interest.

Ok, perhaps not. But le petit was happy anyway.

Lyon