Hello to everyone! I am Jane, 30 years old, married, three sons.
I am a clothes designer and I have a small factory of knitwear in Moscow.
As for France – we have mutual love. And I am going to live there.
This was my ordinary day in Nice, September, 17th, 2012.
I like to sleep till 12. But when I had a little son I started to get up very early – at 6-7 o’clock. Today I got up at 7.
Porridge for the baby, coffee for me.
While we were playing I almost forgot to show you the time.
I suddenly remember that today on the square of Nice a cool fleamarket takes place. I decide to go there. Alone!
The place where I keep my treasures.
Some makeup, of course.
I was already about to leave when my middle son woke up – German. I had to make breakfast for him too.
The children left with grannies and daddy and I escaped. The elevator is so tiny which is typical for France.
I am in a rush trying to find a nice place where I’ll stop for a coffee with a hot bun.
I love tablecloths! And I have plenty of them!
I had no money and could not find a working ATM! No bun, no coffee, no flea market… (((
Something was wrong with the bank. I returned home where I met husband, the ATM gave to him only 20 euros too… Not enough for the flea market.
But I didn’t change my plans and entered some cafe. What I like in France – smiling people. My bad mood flew away.
Fresh pastry makes me smile too.
Mmmm…. I am happy again.
I have a hobby to photograph beetle cars…)
I buy such bottles at the flea market. I had been dreaming about them..
I was thinking if I had to buy this. What could it be used for? Fruits? Kept thinking.
When I move here I will buy a lot of siphons.
I collect vintage brooches, and I like this blue one. I sign and move on.
Very cool cutlery
And bright ceramics
And vintage buttons.
On the way home I saw a book store with nice discounts. I like reading, have to come back here another time.
And I found a drapery.
There were so many interesting things there! Have to return here either.
Hurray! ATM works now! I have to buy products for the family.
At the supermarket.
Some vegetables and fruits.
The house of 1860 with drawings of the Cote d’Azur.
My modest buyings: three bottles, a spoon and a tiny French-Russian dictionary of 1961.
My NORMAL breakfast cooked by Marina.
Beef is good here. I boil soup before going to the beach.
Lunch for the baby.
Going to the beach. 3.10 p.m. on the old clock.
Looking to the left…
… and to the right.
The weather now is the best: not too hot but the water is still warm.
Having a swim together.
Both kids bathed a bit.
Another supermarket on the way home.
This one even has my favorite blood sausage.
Marina and her buyings.
Everyone at home is watching TV.
The soup is almost over, so husband is cooking pasta.
I wash my dear kids.
We realize we’ve run out of diapers and I dress to go buy some.
Looking at the shopwindows on the way.
We also buy some children’s food.
The baby falls asleep and Marina takes him home. Me and husband go somewhere to have a glass of something
We are full now.
Time to go home.
I is about 11 p.m.
Shower and sleep, the night is not going to be easy…