Sydney, New South Wales
It's a challenging thing, this blog writting business. I'm still not convinced that blogs of the everyday and nothing aren't ridiculous.
However, as I approach my exit from Australia, the practicality of the blog, motto mention it's simple appeal, is undeniable.
This trip, disorganized as it may be, is quite simply, about writing. I am going with the intent of writing a book, maintaining a blog, writing songs (or at least song expositions - thanks Steve Leslie - co-writers feel free to book up my November), and in between, I shall be filling my day with delicious experiences to write about the next day, and I have every intension of squishing as much French cheese into the cavities between these things as I possibly can. Wash it all down with a sunset glass of French vin and a late night apertif, and, well, what better use of my Long Service Leave could there be.
Any restaurant, cafe, shopping or sight seeing recommendation welcome.
So, in the meantime, I am madly preparing the house for the house sitters, and wondering what to pack, given the rippingly harsh reality that I cannot, nor would I look nearly as attractive if I did, dress like Carrie did when she was in Paris. Ugh......