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Last days in Sydney, early days in Paris

and Ouali. Here we are again become

Paris last few days. As an old clothing found with pleasure, it resumed its old habits, a smile on his lips to realize that one has forgotten nothing.

The streets, the faces of traders, dog poop, but nothing has changed, as it is comforting.

It wanders through the cobblestone streets, shaded by plane trees that have replaced our beautiful eucalyptus. It

ecstatic, how beautiful Paris! It's old, it's small, it's charming, it's dirty (like people drive right, but not what an idea).

Grocery shopping is a delight. Danette of chocolate, the Small School children, oh my God Kim come see!! THERE'S grated cheese! Rillettes, sausage, cheese, wine, I do not know where to head! Just between us in recent weeks we go overseas, the evocation of a traditional baguette made me tears in his eyes.

Yeah, this lack as a real person.

On the other hand, there are many bugs in such return. I find myself waiting for the little familiar sound indicating that the pedestrian light turned green. The other day I missed three times myself. Head in the air. I agree

often in the sky giant bats, before my brain does not correct as a robot. Paris = PIGEONS. Sydney = BATS.

It pisses me off the brain is constantly making me see Sydney watermark. You think it's funny to me to make jokes like that? You find it fun to poke my heart to show me all these things that no longer exist? Brain, you must turn all these automatic, all these reflexes MEMORIES, even if it means they will leave my life. Please let quickly because it's painful.

Poor brain anyway, I'm hard on him, he already know where it is. I continue to put English words everywhere to talk dollars and say fuck. It's awful, that's the chick who farts while fuck then I do what I can mate I swear.

What is very strange for Brain, is that everyone speaks French throughout. He no longer expects to hear. I told the teller of the RATP, all smiles the other day "hey you're French?" Before mumbling an excuse stupid, horrified by my stupidity. Must say I was too happy to find a fellow ... Paris. It has taken me to a breakaway of the Asylum yeah.

Given the extent of work to do, I thought it was reasonable to go on vacation. A week with my beloved and my lil cops Greg, and then 10 days with my dad, my mom, my brothers, my sister, my sisters. To reconnect with them, with France.

I Know That sounds stupid, but i missed you so much I Will Never Be Able To Tell You In French.