One day in Nice, just before her way back home to United States, she has her purse stolen, with her passport, credit cards and all documents and money. Long hours of telephone contact with barely english speaking french administration officers didn't dammaged at all her positive attitude I was fascinated with. Always smiling she was sayng that there are many worst things that happen in life and without any doubt she trusted a stranger to go with her to Marseille to the Ambassy. This stranger was me. Our whole-day adventure hasn't finished yet, after getting back to Nice with a new passport and a new AMEX (hunted not so easly though). Whole day talking about life, happiness, love, philosophy, religion... I found my soulmate, the age makes no defference, she is so open, so true, and so gratified. Meeting such a wonderful people makes you feel better and gives you some kind of mental strength. We was talking and talking until midnight in an India restaurant, enjoing our succes, she shown me some pictures of her children and grand children (with polish origins!!) and I shown her photos of my ... well, of mine (see here). I regret only that I didn't take a picture of her, we lost each other at the airport when seeing her off and then it was to late. Such things happen only ones, so this picture I keep in my mind. I will come to Indianapolis to make up for it one day. She was saying that things are so not important in life. It is true. But sometimes they are not only usual things but mean sth more. 
These photos are taken with my new lens Sigma 20mm f/1.8, the gift from my friend - Leah and dedicated to her. Thank you very much, Leah.
With love.
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