Next up on my world tour would be that beloved capital of civility and tea drinking – Old London Town. Now I wouldn’t want to start another 100 Years’ War but I really must say that I much prefer living in Paris than London. Sure I may have only resided there for a grand total of four months about five years ago but there is no doubt in my mind which side of the channel I like to call home. Perhaps it’s some throwback to a grudge held since the time they shipped off my ancestors to Australia as punishment. Personally I don’t see what was exactly so horrible about being forced to leave a miserably cold and grey country and go to live in a veritable tropical paradise, but who am I to judge?
It’s only fitting that my first travel-related post be about the biggest travel adventure that I ever undertook – namely my moving to Gay Paris. The world is full of myths and misconceptions and, never having lived in a foreign country before, I was looking forward to seeing firsthand how reality compared. The French, in particular, have quite the strong reputation amongst foreigners. Obviously, one thinks sex, fashion and food – and these are all wonderful attributes, which I have partaken of as frequently as humanly possible.