Swing time

Though I'm actually going to be a Doctor one day, I have rhythm in my blood and a tune on my lips. I started singing when I was eight months old and dancing not long after. When I hear a little music I can't sit still.



The other day, I was working on my moves and sharing some of my latest dance innovations with my abuelita. They liked them so much I knew I was on to something big, so I immediately had to call my agent and let him know.



Also, why don't you pick up your mood with a couple of snaps of the Chetif Moulin under a spring snow? Winter wonderland in March

Splishin' and a splashin'

Every night when my mommy and daddy come home we go through an important ritual, typical of the 15th arrodissement of Paris for centuries. Some people say it goes back to Gallo-Roman times when the rue Lecourbe was an important road leading into Paris from the South. Smelly backpackers weren't allowed into Paris in those days. The ritual goes like this.

After playing and laughing a lot, I sit on the
bed and try to fly (see videos 1&2).





After tiring myself out it's time for a nice swim. Sometimes I complain before getting into the water but once I'm in, I start splishin' and a splashin' and singing songs and beating up my friend the dolphin/thermometer.






You know, those Romans loved their baths...


Check out some more pictures here: Soap star

The Chetif Moulin d'en Haut

Daddy tells me that, when he was little (yes, he was little too!), many of the kids he knew would ride around on a toy called a "big wheel". He claims not to remember too much about them other than that they were made out of hard plastic and came in gaudy florescent colors. Everyone either had one or wanted one, except daddy; he was into the traditional red tricycle. The real thing.

I don't know how long the road that leads up to my grandmother's house has been there, at least 300 years or so; but I'm pretty sure that it has never seen a big wheel. That's because this place is more a traditional red tricycle kind of place than a big wheel place.



I go to visit my abuelita and tío as often as my mommy and daddy will take me. They spoil me by lavishing even more attention on me than my parents do (and that's a lot!). When we're there we also do the things that a princess likes to do when relaxing in her country estate: eat, go for long walks in the forest, talk to the cows, barbecue (from the French expression " barbe à queue), sail my yacht on the pond, pick blackberries to make a big pie, eat said pie, sit by the fire and eat a little more.


The area around the Chetif Moulin is wonderful. The region is known for its wine, the most famous of which is Sancerre (a beautiful town not far away). The well-known cheese Crotin de Chevignol comes from here and we buy it from many of the local farmers. The immediate surroundings are also known for having the best clay in France and there is a potter's village very nearby where artists from 17 countries live and work. Many of them look a little lost in the 1960s though. The Loire river flows not far away and, like most of France, the hilly countryside is dotted with châteaus - perfect for the Princess of Paris!



Why don't you check out some snaps of my country estate here: wine, cheese and hippies.