Where am I? I could have sworn that I was in Paris. I was pretty positive, I mean for the first few days there was a general lack of communication and more hand gestures than normal. There was a lot of cheese, delicious crepes, cheap wine, and a large tower. This assured me, yes. Paris. Then why the fuck are there so many Aussies? Like seriously!!! My hostel is full of them. I'm talking hundreds here folks. WTF?
On the back of this strange thought I have compiled some more random thoughts on Paris, traveling and of course, Aussies.
- wine here in Paris is ridiculously cheap. Like a half decent bottle for 2 euros. Wow.
- you can drink anywhere really. We went on a river cruise and as we went up the river there were a ton of kids sitting on the edge drinking. Cool.
- boulangeries are the places to eat. Such delicious baked goods and sandwiches.
- a cafe does not mean coffee. It means espresso. Cafe does not mean espresso, it means cappuccino. Cafe does not mean cappuccino, it means some weird hot drink that tastes good but is unrecognizable. Cafe may mean either espresso, cappuccino or some weird hot drink that is unrecognizable, but it never means coffee.
- never cross the street against the little man symbols. You will get run over.
- people in Paris are either amazing at parallel parking or very much enjoy blocking each other in.
- jackhammering is encouraged at 6am outside your window.
- transit in Paris is amazing. However they tell you that 'there has been a severe injury to a passenger" over the speaker when the trains are delayed. Read into that what you will.
- there are a lot of Aussies here
- I need to sightsee in Toronto. I imagine that things here and the beauty of the city wears off on those who live here. I need to appreciate my city.
- it is a very strange feeling to meet people and spend all day with them, and the following days only to have them leave your life forever. Usually accompanied by only a handshake and a "nice to have met you, good luck". It is a very strange feeling.
- I am going to be..."In Brugge" Sunday. That sounds like a really cool thing I think.
- Parisian birds have great aim. One just crapped on my head. No joke. Head, shirt, book.
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