Sometimes it is about being in the moment…

I was grateful and happy to have the privilege to celebrate the Russian Christmas last Tuesday night. It was the perfect number of people, we had our 12 dishes. Sasha made an incredible duck for us, Katya made wonderful food, Perle brought some financiers, Iryna made the crostinis, and we had Misha with his guitar, and his wife and Katya with the voices….

Poetry book from 1917, cup filled of water, dirt, sugar, pennies to do the traditional fortune readings.

That night was memorable for so many instances, so many ways. I felt like it was a therapeutic night. Misha started to play the guitar, his wife and Katya were singing, then lyrics of french songs were read on the background. I will never listen to “Je suis malade” and L’ete Indien the same way… It was like I was in a movie, sitting with artsy Europeans there. Listening to Misha playing was reliving the time with my own family, with “Tonton Daniel”…

It was great to see Cecil take the guitar and play the house of the Rising sun..

You know you are with the right kind of people when we were smelling the pages of this old Russian book , enjoying great food, great company and good wine.

It was on my way home that I had realized, I have an incredible circle of friends.

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