My last day in Paris was more Berthillon ice-cream and delicious mint tea at the Institut du Monde Arabe, and a failed attempt to see N and G. And then it was goodbye Paris, a la prochaine.
The Eurostar took me to London, which jetted me to Tokyo (oh the nerves of not knowing if France had made it to the finals), where I spent a fab-o if not manic 12 hours. I met and had a delicious pizza with Miss Pink, which had me a little nervous beforehand, I mean she's just so cool, but as cool as she is she is equally as lovely; then the 'quintessential Tokyo experience' courtesy of super Jo: gorgeous fresh sushi, Hello Kitty, fun photo booth photos and running back for the train, which I knew would never get me there in time, so I had to cab it. 22,000 yen, or $AUD300. Ouchy. Then it was back on the plane, arriving home early, sleeping all day, and getting on with it.
Thank you for reading my travel notes, and I hope to pick up right here when I next take off.