La Vie en France à Paris

It’s surprising how quickly one falls into an old life. Whilst testing the waters of unemployment, I was fortunate enough to spend a decent amount of time in Paris and make some very good friends at the same time. Even after 11 months, it is though I never left. The French are still the same, the Metro still rocks, croissants still taste better and the wine is still awesome.
One of the beautiful things about Paris is just walking around the area you are living in. My current abode is 500m from the Eiffel Tower. A magnificent structure built originally with the plan to deconstruct it after the World Fair for which it was built in the first place. Thankfully it was decided to that it should stay and it is certainly one of the most well-known structures in the world, even though it does resemble a huge penis! Despite a fair degree of fatigue, I nonetheless ventured from the Eiffel Tower to the Latin Quarter, soaking up the sounds and sights of Paris. Luckily part of that experience was not stepping on any of the dog shit that litters the streets. It seems my radar for “Les Petits Mins” (The little mines) was straight back into working order.
Finally managed to catch up with Alice again which was certainly a bit weird after 11 months but we soon got right back to where we left things. Later that night we caught up with Rod, his Uncle Charles and a couple of his friends from South Australia. The best thing about partying until dawn is that you can catch the Metro home: cheaper than a taxi and a damn sight quicker than walking. It was funny how quickly one can get into the groove of doing nothing!