I have a confession: I miss Australia way more than I miss France. When I was younger, or truly, not that long ago, the thought of living in Paris sounded like Heaven. But right now, if I were to be completely honest with myself, I don't know if I could see myself Living there. At least not with my rusty high school French. Maybe I feel more tied to Australia because of how long I stayed there and the fact that it really felt like home after a short amount of time. Also, I never once got lost in Melbourne, and French food is AMAZING, but honestly, so is Australian food. No joke, man. Of course, they're different, but both have their merits, lemme tellya.
Photos taken at the site of the Olympic Games (1954 maybe??)