To me, Kings Cross is like home. Having lived 5 years in Pigalle (you know, the Moulin Rouge?) I am not so moved by the couple crackheads roaming the streets and the prostitutes having a smoke outside. It’s just a cleaner and friendlier version of my old neighborhood in Paris.
I can’t just talk about my life in Australia without mentioning my first ever day in Sydney. I got to do so many new and different things in just a few hours, it was so crazy it is to this day still one of my best days eve. Here’s what happened.