Saying Goodbye

 Lukes last frog fight was held two nights before we left. What better way to say
goodbye to our Parisian family that with a big of healthy competition? The
majority of friends that we made in Paris were from this little, vibrant and
growing coffee community, centered around the monthly Frog Fight.

 Whilst he wasn't victorious, (Peta the Melbournian beat him in the second round)
we had such a lovely night saying goodbye to our dear friends.

The event was held at the Moulin Rouge, which was a pretty cool way to end an
era here in Paris. We continued well into the night to a few local bars, witnessed
pole dancing in the Metro, giggling, drank punch, cried a little, and said farewell
to an excellent group of people, who made our year complete. I felt so much part
of a special community, that leaving at the end of the frog fight was one of the
most sentimental moments that I have had. Thomas, Marie, Olivier, Ian, Arash,
Cara, Terry, Whitney, Davinia, Chris, Eme, Dave, Maddison, Brit, Zoe, and anyone
else I have forgotten... Nous t'aimons toujours.