You will find them in McDonald's

I hadn't even arrived back in Paris yet, and already I had my next adventure waiting for me in the city I call home. They were sitting patiently in the upstairs saloon of McDonald's on the Champs-Elysees, waiting for my arrival home. I was so excited to see my Uni buddy, Holly, and two of the friends she had made this year living in London, Jordy and Bec. I was excited to have friends from the outside world come and stay and leave their long hair strands all over my apartment. Big Kev level excitement.

So, I raced back on the metro to greet them at my door, completely drenched from the rain, and stayed up far too long discussing Vegemite, One Direction, Holly's drunk antics the past 8 months, and how great it has been living overseas this year. The feeling of having Holly in my city after having been her guest in her city excited me. We were finally even.

The next morning we all lazed around after sleeping in, then finally set out to forage for food in the nearby neighbourhood of Lamarck. We found ourselves sitting in a cute little brasserie halfway up the hill, each eating a Croque Monsieur and fainting over the price of a green tea (THREE EURO FIFTY ARE YOU JOKING MATE?). The view from the Sacré Coeur after lunch was breathtaking (as was the walk up all the stairs on the way there). After wandering through Montmartre for a bit, we decided another food moment was at hand, and we ducked into Café des Deux Moulins for Chocolat Viennois and shared a crème brûlée and moulleux chocolat between the four of us. The only thing you could hear was exclamations of overwhelming joy in the form of elongated sighs and the rumbling of content tummies.

Next, we were can-can-ing our way past the Moulin Rouge for a cheeky tourist moment and then catching the metro to the other side of the city to tick La Tour Eiffel of the list for Bek, for whom it was the first time. Cameras were out and selfies were taken. Not to mention immaturely spelling out rude words with body parts in panoramas photographs. With the winter sun slowly beginning to round its way towards the horizon, our feet took us to the Seine where we walked and chatted, the wind carrying us along the riverbank. It was a gorgeous cool afternoon and giggling was the universal language of choice.

That night was curry night and we all lost control of our nasal cavities, sniffling through the spicy warmth of dinner.

Holly was a sick mess so the next day, Bek and Jordy went to Versailles whilst the two of us stayed home. Once the two ladies were back in our sights, I decided to ditch Holly because she was no fun and head out to the Champs-Elysees with the ladies and cause trouble in Ladurée and Louis Vuitton. We then spent an hour in search of Chinese sweet corn and chicken soup for Holly with no luck so I made it from scratch like a good mate. We all hung out on the sofa bed watching Miranda and eating macarons and being chicks. And it was a great time.