The End Of Our First Chapter In Paris

So after one and a half months in Paris, the end of our lease in our wonderful place is fast approaching. Next on the agenda is an exciting 2 week trip to Iceland. So here it is, the close of chapter one in the novel that is A Year in Paris. Here are our thoughts so far (and a video)...

 After the first week of being jet lagged and catching up on months of sleeplessness brought about our last couple months in Perth trying to organise a move overseas whilst working full time in crazy, demanding jobs, we finally got into some kind of a groove. The Parisians have, despite all rumours, been very accommodating and extremely friendly. 

We still have so much more to explore in this city, but the two moments that stand out for me (Lloyd) are being on top of the Sacre Coeur on a sunny day and all the nights spent drinking and having fun with our friends from Australia. 

My favourite memories (Sophie) are also, hands down the many nights spent sippin', reminiscing on days when I had a lot of fun (a lot of fun/mustang. It's artistic interpretation. Thank you Fergie all the same). Regardless of how amazing the sights are in this city, i can't seem to see past the times spent with the amazing folk we've got to hang out with so far. So thank you to those people and thank you Paris. We look forward to seeing you upon our return from the land of fire and ice.

I think the photo at the top of this post sums up how Paris should be enjoyed...eating cheap and amazing nibbles at a table with equally cheap wine, vodka and beer, surrounded by great company. I guess this could be done in any city in the world but it feels more magical in Paris, no, I take that back. Being with good company is magic no matter where in the world you are. I'm sure even prison could be fun with a few buddies, a bit of cheese and some vodka.

Here is a video (watch in HD!) of our lovely place we lived in during this time.

From right to left: Zoe, Maynard, Kelly and Sophie enjoying a feast to be remembered.

We ended up getting pretty drunk and going out to dance at Le Tigre (At one point May got up and danced on the stage, reminding us of the days we danced at Sexy... That's another story and may sound wrong to anyone not part of the indie scene in Perth a few years back... Don't judge, remember anything can be fun with buddies). The only downfall of this night was trying to navigate our way home drunk, without a map at 4am. We eventually made it back. A little cold, which is a complaint you are about to hear a lot more frequently when we show you little ol' Iceland.

Here is my parting gift to Paris, Au revoir. Be seeing you soon.

I'll give you a clue... It's a message in words. Magic eye words.