The City of Light

A group of us decided to head to Paris for the first bank holiday in May. There were 6 of us altogether, all Aussies, and two of the girls were celebrating their birthdays, so our main destination was Eurodisney.

Because Banana and I were late additions to the trip, we weren't on the same trains as the others, and we didn't stay at the same hotel. That didn't matter - we were excited enough about going abroad as it was, and by train no less!

I had to get up bright and early (OK, dark and early) to be on a train just to get to London by 6.40 at the latest. Banana and I had made plans already to meet on the platform at one of the tube stations, so that we didn't have to face bank holiday crowds at St Pancras on our own, having not been there before. We met up (although Banana didn't recognise me with my newly blonded hair), and headed over to St Pancras.

All was going well, and then Banana just about fell over when one of her favourite bands, Keenan (not sure if I spelt that correctly) came off a train. She wasn't overly excited beforehand, but she was then!

Anywho, she picked herself up, wiped the drool off her face, and we were off to DISNEYLAND!