Stellai's August blog in Paris

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Dear readers,

Two and a half weeks! No laptop, no internet, no email, no Facebook for two and a half weeks. And the very day we came back I had to rush to get my article ready for the deadline of the August edition of CoverDoll. And all this because Koen wanted to save a few bucks.

Okay, so, we went three days to Paris... for only a couple of hours a day! But therefore he let me camp on camping sites that seemed to treasure a complete lack of any modern necessities. It is nice to spend an afternoon in the wild. But not TWO AND A HALF WEEKS! The only means of writing was charcoal and the only paper available was at first a huge amount of what my other family members for some reason persistently call: toilet paper, which seemed to be the main dish of especially my fellow female family members. I am still uncertain what makes this paper so delicious. Fact is that I have never seen them eating it, but they are always carrying it around and it needs to be refilled more frequently than I blink with my eyes.

But now we are finally back home again. Heaven be praised! Koen and the rest of the family may feel rested, or so they say, but fact is that for visiting Paris we stayed on a camping site which was almost an hour of utterly stressful driving to the nearest subway station, situated in a Parisian ghetto. There, honestly, it was nearly impossible to distinguish the dolls from the graffiti on the walls. Finally arrived we had to spend another hour to find a free (*!) parking spot with enough loose bricks present to keep the car lifted so that Koen could remove the wheels and put them out of sight in the trunk. (As if anybody ever would even consider stealing them!) Which took him another hour and for some mysterious reason made him leak a gallon of water out of his complete body**.

And then the subway... Now, I know that I am not the smallest in size....and my breasts are voluptuous, I know, I know. But let me remind you, they are not of my making! But one would expect that for a doll like me there would still be some space left in a giants subway train. Need I say more?!

Anyway, after another half an hour being packed, squeezed and tossed like a sardine between a herd of whales we finally arrived at ‘Funiculaire de Montmartre’.

Now I must admit that having a picture of me in front of the Sacre Couer/Cueor/Ceour or whatever they call it was definitely worth some hardships. I had hoped to pamper you with an exclusive interview of me with the Lord of dolls. But unfortunately He did not show himself. He had left a statue of him to suggest that He was present, but that would not even have fooled Koen. On top of that the giant doll guard at the entrance had forbidden us to take pictures from the interior. Which obviously was a chance missed for them because now they miss a lot of good publicity.

Next stop was ‘Place du Tertre’. Here a little miracle happened. My prayers for getting a drawing of myself made by a real artist were answered. Of course not untill Koen had turned every stone upside down and questioned and bargained for so long that the poor artist already was close to a financial crisis even before he started.

Now it may have been a pay back for the bargaining or the artist was less talented than the others, but for some reason he portrayed me (and Koen, who insisted to get his head be portrayed too for the “huge amount of money” he was going to pay) with a bit more than slightly exaggerated proportions.

Well, once a wise doll said: ‘you can’t have it all.’ But at least it gave me the bright idea what to do at our next visit to Paris...

I am still trying to figure out why we went there but our final goal for that day was a visit to the Lafayette warehouse. Ever been there? It is a walhalla but... when you have Koen as your sugar daddy, the line between heaven and hell is suddenly very very very thin. Ever heard of the torment of Tantalus? Well, what I had to endure was more or less exactly the same. I swear that the only reason I did not confiscate his wallet was because they did not have those absolutely stunning high heel boots in my size (Repetto,model Bottines Anna for only € 495,-!).

I will spare you the details of our journey back to the camping. If you like you can read the description above in opposite order. That would give you a pretty close idea, including the confusion and frustration that you may experience when trying.

That is all for now, dear readers, thank you for staying tuned.
Next month I will enlighten you with more hot news from the Capital of Fashion and its highlights. And then I will also report you about my trip to the coast and my visit to the most impressive ‘Mont Saint Michel’.

Love and hugs!

Stellai ...(^L^). ...

* of course, the thought of having to pay for something, anything... the horror!! The only thing Koen will ever pay for is for the removing of his scrooge-chains!)

** He was obviously prepared for this, because he had specially put two tanks of water in his backpack to compensate the loss, but it seems to me that he had better wrapped himself in plastic-foil with a pair of those large rubber boots and a couple of long straws*** instead of the worn out shorts and sleeveless shirt. It would have saved him a lot of weight carrying that water through Paris)

***They are for sucking/drinking the collected water out of the boots, and putting it back in his digesting system. My personal invention >> Patent pending! :D

P.S.
When you have missed the second part of my interview with Koen then you can use this link to see my previous text and photo series: Stellai’s blog July 2014 (/drupal/node/1913)

www.scoonimdolls.com

Comments

In spite of your lite hearted protests I think you enjoyed your trip! My girls are very envious of your travels.Smile

Thank you, deerman. You are right. I enjoyed the trip very much. I just was a bit pissed when I rote the blog because Koen was getting on my skin to get it ready. And because he is too big to be ignored I overreacted. 

If Erica, Courtney and Dawn are jeaslous, perhaps you should take them on a trip too. Why not take them to Disneyland. Never been there, but it is said to be big fun. A lot of giant dolls go there (mainly human dolls, I guess, but who can tell the difference?!). I was told that even the mice there are giantic.

Well it looks like you had a great time in Paris Stellai, I see that you had your photo taken by the Eiffel Tower, gosh, I never knew you were that tall :jawdrop:. I expect to see Koen in your hands next month :D.

Great coverage of the trip. Now the holiday is over, so back to work :D ;).

Kharn

CoverDoll Publisher To err is human to forgive divine.

Thanks boss. 

Yeah, that is a nice photo of me leaning against the Eiffel Tower. Was quite a hassle to keep my balance to make that photo. But you don't need to be a giant to move a mountian!

;)

Stellai

As for holding Koen on my hand. I can twist him round my little finger (easily!).  But to hold in my hand...I do not think I will see ever that day.

Love the photos and write up. Cities - OK to visit, but would hate to live in one for the very reasons you so cleverly elucidate.

Thanks Dolltime,

Personally I do not have so much problems with crowded places, but when the crowd is only giants, it can become scary. Even for a big girl like me. 

xo

Stellai

Hi stellai, oasis once did an album called: "Standing on the shoulders of Giants", that´s the way you shall travel through Paris next time, having a look down from up-above. I guess the last pic was made the moment you saw the high heel boots. I´m curious what you´ll write in september after the meet. We look forward to meet you there, Chris & the ladies

That was a really good guess you did, Chris. Indeed I spend most of my time sitting on Koens shoulder. Next month I will show you some pics of it. Had to stand a number of parrot jokes, but fact is that you can see a lot more form Paris when sitting high. Though it was not only pleasant sitting there. It is fortunate that I do not have a stomach otherwise I probably would have become sea sick. 

Looking forward seeing you and the ladies at the meet as well. 

:)

...(^L^)...

Camel Koen???:O

Next time you can walk, young lady!

And you better start practising with jogging, because I am not going to wait. :(

Koen

Ohhh, come on, it was just a joke! What happened to your sense of humor?:?

Hey, I am sorry for calling you my camel - oops, I did it again... :O;)

Stellai

And I am not going to jog. Makes my boobs bounce like crazy! :(

Hello Stellai,

How I could miss Stellai's blog? What a thrilling story and beautyful pictures. I hang on and follow this blog.
Congratulion to you and Stellai, what an amazing passion.

:) Guy

Thanks Guy,

Glad to know that you managed to find my blog. Won't blame you. it is a commonly know fact that giants overlook things. Got something to do with their size, I guess...

:D;)

Stellai

Hi Stellai,

Nice report from Paris, and what a great ;) picture at the Eiffel tower.

Now I'm waiting for a picture of you and MIss Liberty in NYC :)

Nescio50