Euro Star takes me far.

It’s funny waking up in the morning and thinking “I’m going to be in Paris this afternoon.” Yet, the journey thus far has not been as easy as one may expect.
After my morning jog, skypeing my parents, eating a big bowl of cereal and ripping my dress, we popped in the car and headed to London where we would catch the 12:20 Euro Star train to Paris.

While the bustle of unbelievably stacked traffic and several roadwork creating several detours to our plans started to work at the patience of the passengers in our Europ hire car, all seemed somewhat insignificant when my eyes laid upon the sight of police tape, a truck, a mangled bike and the presence of a black bag.

Running for our train with 15 kilogram bags didn’t seem like much of an issue afterwards. In fact, I felt quite alive and slightly like a pregnant woman (which is a situation I have not had a chance in experiencing thus far). Laughing practically the whole way, we arrived in time to board our train.
Now brings me to the present (at the time of writing it was the present, however now that I am posting it on the internet it is in fact yesterday) where I am sitting on a train looking out of a big window to the view of the French countryside. Red roofs on white houses, big luscious green fields neighbouring with contrasting big golden brown fields and tractors are common scenes in which keep unfolding. Occasionally, we pass a stunning looking church.

As I sit in this ear popping train, I am slightly struck by life, adventure and the thrilling thought of the unknown.
I love arriving in a new country, walking out of the train station and seeing this as my first picture of Paris:

After walking more than 1 kilometre, Alice, Izzy, Gina, Fraser and I arrived at our french apartment where we would be staying for our nights in Paris. After annoyances with the lock and 4 flights of stairs (which now looking down are quite beautiful) we walked into our apartment and this is what we saw:

After settling in we were all keen to have a look around our area of Paris. Stopping at a cafe near our place we all celebrated with champagne and beer. It was so amazing listening in to another language. Even though most of us couldn't understand much french, a rush of excitement hit that we were indeed in PARIS. 

We continued on and decided that a baguette from the boulangerie, cheese, ham, butter and jam from the fromagerie and some wine would be great for a snack. 

Our snack became dinner due to over-excitement.
Our tummies then took us to a little restaurant just down the lane, where we delighted in nougat, chocolate mousse, creme broulee, apple tart and ice-cream. Apparently we were going to do food here right. 
Alice and I head off after that to a bar down the road. After an expensive (shit) glass of rose, we wandered on until we reached a cute african theme type bar. It wasn't before too long that I felt my eyes droop and we walked back to the apartment. 


Now brings me to today. This morning, Alice and I woke to Izzy saying "we got croissants, a baguette and nutella." A beautiful breakfast, enjoyed also by Clancy:

Today brought many orgasmic scenes to my eyes (the artist side of me was in heaven). Walking the whole 9ish kilometres we weaved through the Parisian streets visiting the Notre Dame, Eiffel Tower, a couple of cafes and many unnamed (or forgotten by me) buildings which probably have massive importance and history...but I just enjoyed the architectural significance today. Take a squiz at today's pictures: