So I've said goodbye to Montpellier for the final time and wound my way back home. It was fine when I was packing up my things and throwing anything useless away. It was even fine when we were loading up the car, with the help of the resident cat. But as soon as we pulled away and I realised I was actually leaving I couldn't help crying. I know that it's better to have enjoyed myself etc etc but it doesn't take away from the fact that I'm leaving (in my opinion) ...

In what seems like no time at all I'm back on my way to Paris again, this time to spend a few days with BE. Due to a severe lack of sleep the night before I spend the first 2 hours on the train alternating between feeling sick and falling into deep fitful sleeps. I arrive at the gare and make my way north to Saint-Denis where BE meets me at the station. We spend the rest of the day (and night) on his terrace philosophising, eating horseradish and (of course) d...

We decided to invite ourselves (obviously with offers of gifts) to Paris for a long weekend to stay with HU. We had to get up at an ungodly hour to get the 9h30 train, and coupled with an ill-advised purchase of a bottle of Schwepps agrum I spent half the journey feeling sick. When we arrived we spent about 30 minutes trying to find the left luggage area so we didn't have to drag our bags roung with us all day and then headed out along the Seine, taking in the...

After the heartache of last year, this year was my turn to go to Wimbledon; funnily enough on the same day as my parents went last year. As I was packing for a week at home I was thinking (as usual) about what to wear: shorts? wedges? dress? As it turned out I went for a very practical long sleeved top, jeans, converse, scarf and a massive mac. Not quite the stylish effect I'd hoped to have but at least I was warm-ish and dry. After the faint-inducing pri...

A week of culture and sadness. Sunday I went to my first ever opera, Le Nozze di Figaro, and we finally got to see the inside of the renovated Opéra here. As we'd bought tickets from CROUS for 5 euros we were given the 'worst' seats right at the top, but actually they weren't too bad. Apart from the fact that it was in Italian, so I understood about 5 minutes from the first 45 minute act. It was only when I changed position in my seat that I realised the bar ...