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"Hot Summer Night (Oh La La La)" was his second song, featuring 2 Eivissa, released first in July 2007 in Spain, where it was a number two hit, then twelve months later in France where it was also successful, becoming one of the summer hits.

How nice to read this. I have been having similar thoughts. Although, we live abroad so to see our families we are usually travelling to Italy, we stay with family and add a trip by the sea on our own. Last year was an exception. I agree to the fact that the need to travel the world is probably more an adult need that a need for kids. They can be exposed to cultures in other ways. The things I remembered the most about summer: vacation by the sea with my granma (how did she manage alone with 3 kids?!), trips on our caravan and summercamps.

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When I was a kid we had a great summer rhythm. I went to a music camp in western Michigan and after my parents picked us up we would drive up to sleeping bear dunes or mackinaw island and it was wonderful. We also spent a lot of time at our family cottage which was not fancy but was great as kids. My parents essentially only let us inside for meals and because there was nowhere to go we just played on the beach and in the water with minimal supervision (the water was extremely shallow and we wore life vests).

I love this post. My kids are 4 and 6, and we were just starting to enjoy bigger trips with them before the pandemic. This year has kept us in CA, and I think our local trips will end up being our annual traditions. We have also tried to create traditions where we get together with the same families, so I think they will remember that part as well, bring with friends they see less often. For me, the memories that stick out the most from my childhood were 4th of July fireworks (which we always watched with the same family friends), and traveling to visit extended family (they are spread out all over the world). I am excited to make the most of the next 5-7 summers with the kids, we have a long list of ideas for trips as they are old enough for us all to enjoy them together!

I think a good question we should ask ourselves when planning a trip is, if we were not allowed to share our vacations on social media or talk to our friends and co-workers about them, where would we go? Are we choosing a destination because we think our family would love it, or so that we can tell everyone else we went there?

My kids are 20, 16, and 14 and their fondest memories of summer are the simple family trips (camping, backpacking, and a cabin near a lake) that are repeated year after year. The formula for us is outdoors, water, family friends, and repetition. It actually made the bigger trips that we have gone on more appreciated because they were such a novelty.

We only took one long vacation, when I was in 3rd grade. Went from the Midwest to Texas. The rest was beach weekends, camping, day trips close to home. Almond windmill cookies and being happily exhausted from the waves and climbing sand dunes are what I remember. Kids are just fine with no big trips and no spring break trip. The last year or so was a good reminder of that. The people you were with stick with you more than the places.

In the first instance, my former wife decided enough was enough and stayed away, having flown to Brazil for the marriage of the recently departed Heini Thyssen. This was in May. As some of you may remember, some spoiled French students also decided enough was enough about that time, and Paris became a battleground. My ego was hurt by the wife leaving me, and my polo career suffered when the students invaded the polo field and demanded we join them rather than play cowboys and Indians in the Bois de Boulogne. All the nightclubs shut down?except for New Jimmy's?there was no gasoline?I rode my ponies around Paris?and the city came to a halt, except for the nightly skirmishes between the CRS, the tough French riot police, and the spoiled ones. What depressed me most of all was the fact that the Czechs had risen up that year, the students demanding what their French counterparts were actually rejecting?bourgeois values.

But now for the best summer ever. It had to be 1957, my first year of freedom, and it happened right here in the beautiful Big Bagel. It was late May, the daffodils were out, the park looked like paradise and I went to a party off Park Ave. given by a friend, Francesco Galesi. It was there I met Linda Christian, the femme fatale to end all femmes fatales. Linda was Dutch-Mexican, had just divorced Tyrone Power and, at 30 years of age, was at the height of her beauty. Every single man in the city was after her, and one, John Schlesinger I believe, had got himself into terrible trouble by stealing money from his mother to buy her jewels worth 200,000 big ones. (Remember, this was 1957, and a dollar bought a hell of a lot more than it does today.)

So we started to go out, every night, followed by the paparazzi, welcomed to all the clubs as if I were Rockefeller, my college friends going nuts as to how I had pulled it off. Never had I been so much in love, never had the city been more a place for lovers, never had I spent more money that I didn't have. The Marquis de Portago, a dashing and very good-looking Formula One racing driver, had been a boyfriend of Linda's and was beckoning her to return. Count Paul de Ganay and Dennis Slater were two socialites I blew away easily.

Soon after de Portago killed himself in the last Mille Miglia race, Linda flew to his funeral, and a heartbroken yours truly was sent to the French Riviera by my father to recuperate. I've been a friend of Linda's ever since, and she now lives in California and at times we correspond. But I shall never forget those four weeks of mad, passionate love 45 years ago right here in this wonderful city.

After New Orleans, I made my way up to Chicago to catch up with my travel buddy Christine. On the days she was working, I would aimlessly wander the streets of Chicago, completely lovesick. Instead of looking up at the incredible architecture, I was glued to my phone in a texting intensity.

Last weekend's Sunday Times STYLE magazine featured a section called 'Those Warm Wild Nights' in which eight critically acclaimed writers shared unforgettable summer encounters. I enjoyed the read a lot, and of course it got me thinking about what I would have written if they had asked me, so I got up from the breakfast table and wrote my own.

My parents agreed to allow Adam to take me out in a rowboat under the crowded stars on our last night at the lake. I remember sitting on his long lap, embraced by his atmosphere of liberal intellect and coffee, my neck tickled by his soft goatee, telling him I wished my parents were dead. (So sue me. I was 16.) We were out there a long time, and when we got back to the camp and walked up to the deck where we would part, my mother was standing there waiting, livid, in a knee-length, nylon, leopard-print nightgown.

It was one of the best summer loves of my life. The innocence, I think, made it all the more special. We were just two kids discovering a specific type of feeling for the first time, ready to take in whatever life had to offer on a sunny beach in Italy.

They streamed into San Francisco by rail, car and thumb, packed into VW vans and on foot, ready for whatever was about to happen. They came cradling their youthful idealism; some even wore flowers in their hair, as a popular song that summer suggested.

Many of the 75,000 newcomers arrived without enough money, a place to sleep or food to eat, certain only of their destination: the 25 square blocks of the city's run-down Haight-Ashbury district. Once there, they took drugs, made love, made music, raided thrift shops and Salvation Army counters, and together hived into being a subculture that changed the world we live in.

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Yes, these steamy affairs happen everywhere, but it is difficult to underestimate the impact of the long Buffalo winters on romance. Gazing upon a potential love interest dressed in a sweater, jeans, parka, gloves and the obligatory Buffalo Bills knit beanie, does not exactly send the heart aflutter. Come summertime though (defined by some Buffalonians as temperatures above 40 degrees Fahrenheit) the clothes come off and the city comes alive.

After about eight months of cold and gray, summer seems to happen almost overnight. All activity moves outside and suddenly there are people everywhere. Seeing all that flesh after so many months of bundled up darkness makes the heart race, the palms sweat, the hormones jump, and, well, you know the rest.

One of the most nerve wracking things I get to do as Paris Photographer is taking photos of other photographers on their romantic parisian vacations! Especially when this other photographer happens to be so amazing at fine art portrait photography as Joy Michelle! And especially when this session was the first shoot I've done postpartum after having Dante, only 25 days after to be exact!!! For those of you who know and have been following our story on Instagram you may remember that I got my leg paralyzed in childbirth, so for this shoot I was still limping like a duck and the guys were so so patient and sweet with me! Felipe, who happens to be a physiotherapist, even gave me great tips on how to get back into shape quickly :) So why was I shooting so soon after birth? That's another funny story - Federico got sick with chickenpox when little D was only 25 days old, and so he couldn't go out of the house and I took over his shoots. I'm totally excited that I did, because these lovebirds pulled all the stops and created some amazing moments for me to capture!

So this is what a 2 hour session looks like - we started off with some couple portraits at Trocadero with the best view of the Eiffel Tower. I'm loving all the little props and calligraphy details the guys brought for their shoot! We next stopped by the little side street Avenue de Camons to enjoy a different view of the Eiffel Tower and popped open a bottle of champagne to celebrate this special romantic morning in Paris. After a short Uber ride we found ourselves at Pont Alexandre III, the beautiful bridge in the centre of Paris. Here we had time for a quick outfit change and we next went to Saint Germain and Notre Dame area. We walked the little streets on le de la Cit and le Saint-Louis and stopped at Cafe Esmeralda for a cup of coffee with croissants. It was a such a beautiful morning with amazing lovebirds Joy and Felipe! e24fc04721