I admit it.  This photo isnt from Europe.  It is of Wollongong, in Australia, where I met my friend Roger.  Yesterday, we reunited after one and a half years in Paris! 

My first day in Paris is one that I will never forget.  The city really is magical, and Roger and his wonderful girlfriend Cindy certainly showed me a good time.  We kicked off our time together with a nostalgic drink at Cafe Oz, complete with Tooheys New and a qf for those in the know.  It was wonderful to catch up and reminisce, as well as practiquer mon français!  We had a lovely evening of looking at pictures and eating delicious French dinner, and then the biggest treat of all.  We headed down to the Eiffel Tower at about 1130 with some wine, brownies, and a guitar for a wonderful night of gazing and relaxing, and I now know why Paris is the City of Love.  It is so magical when the tower lights up and sparkles; the whole atmosphere is so enticing with French words floating about, warm summer air, and a twinkling city. 

Also, a correction from a past post, Monaco is a principality and not a country, no wonder I didnt need my passport!