Maura And Public Vehicles, Or How To Survive Shanghai Taxi And Hong Kong Minibus

My dearest  friends, today I want to tell you a bit about how to take a taxi in Shanghai. It will be a short and concise post, a memo to give you a warning: do not take the taxi in Shanghai. Never. Never. Never. And if you do not believe me now, I’ll give you a list of the reasons that lead me to give you this advice: Chinese taxis are dirty, really deeply dirty. 2. Taxi drivers speak only Chinese, so you have to go to the concierge of the hotel, tell where you want to go in English, let them write it down in Chinese on a ticket and hand it over to the taxi driver. 3. The

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Maura and The Do-It-Yourself

Today I build a bed. I go to Ikea with Emma, walk around the bedroom area and after evaluating the various models by pros and cons, stability, size and color of the structure, we choose a wonderful MALM. White single bed that is always fashionable, high headboard really comfortable for young readers, two beautiful drawers for keeping all the “secrets” which I promise to never open. After the bed section, Emma dives on all the mattresses in the furniture exhibition. She bounces, stretches out, tries to get to the side and then to her favorite sleep position, belly down with the butt up. I never understood how she can sleep like this. In the end, the choice falls on a

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Hong Kong: Modern Birthday Party

Children’s birthdays have always been an event. When we were little, the parties were all the same. They were strictly celebrated at the birthday guy’s home, we’re eating milk sandwiches with cooked ham or salami held together by a toothpick, chips, juices and Coca Cola with caffeine (no caffeine or Coca Cola Zero – didn’t even exist). Nobody, in my memory, had allergies. We played all together and no one was bored. We ran in the yard with a ball, the elastic and the rope, even in winter. In the most organized parties there was a treasure hunt. We organized shows for the parents who were always present, sitting on the sofa talking to each other, smoking (in the house

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Leggings

Let’s start with the shocking news all women should know despite not being fashion bloggers: leggings and yoga pants are not pants. They are not fashionable (we wore them in the 80’s and called it fuseaux, remember?). They are not sexy and dramatically show off your leg and ass flaws unless you’re Jennifer Lopez. If you really have the perfect butt like in the photo above (check the photo twice, to be really and deeply secure) certainly any dress, medieval tunic, no-brand jeans will make you more attractive and sexy than a pair of leggings, trust me. For those who do not know, I stay 4/6 hours a day in a yoga studio, so for 4/6 hours a day I

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