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Monday, June 1, 2015. June has commenced and I am wishing you all a happy new month! This month will be a very busy one and packed with travels. I will be off to Paris on Wednesday to attend the presentation of the new Habitat collection and discover a few new spots in the French capital. Next weekend I will be off to London with my Urban Jungle Bloggers. I will not bore you with my future trips now, I will do that after the trip, ha! Which is perfect for summer as I tend to redu.