Winter in Paris can not feel any further away from a sunny January Australia Day spent eating lamingtons and snags straight off the barbie...
But Australia Day anywhere in the world is about celebrating being Australian and that is what I did in an aussie bar near the Hotel de Ville on the right bank of the Seine with friends from all over the world.
The six of us started with a few drinks in Cafe Oz. My new friends from the french class come from all the corners of the world - USA, Brazil, Chile and Turkey...but all were Aussie at heart last night as they threw themselves into trying aussie beers (while i stuck to a slightly more european style cocktail - but then again i don't have to pretend to be aussie...)
A little metro ride took us next to the Theatre de la Main d'Or...a teeny tiny theatre showing a one-man play that had rave reviews...performing entirely in English (thankfully), Frenchman Olivier Giraud spent an hilarious hour teaching us 'How to Become a Parisian in One Hour'...with shameless digs at the french and even more at the americans his tongue-in-cheek performance had us in stitches....and perhaps we learnt a little something about how to be Parisian in the metro, in a nightclub...and even in the bedroom....!
Back to the ozzie bar we went, knowing the place would be pumping with a dj playing and a healthy mix of aussies and parisians thoroughly warmed up. The dj cranked up some latin tunes which had my brazilian buddies hitting their stride....
....as for me? I lifted my glass in the air and grinned....simply relishing being an Australian in Paris.
Till next time...
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