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Pride vs The Fall

I wouldn’t call myself a proud person.  I don’t spout off about my achievements and am a typically very humble person. But maybe I am doing it all wrong?

Proud people tend to rise through life never even realising that they are, stepping over everything that gets in their way. They may not be considered nice, but who needs nice when you own your own empire?

People who promote their achievements get the job, get the work recognition and get the pay rises. Humble people are labelled as shy and are often forgotten. Perhaps I should take a leaf out of the proud people book?

They say pride comes before the fall. However in today’s society, the proud confident people seem to keep rising and rising and never fall. And in the case of celebrities, if they do fall, it’s all good publicity.

I think this idea is out dated as many successful people today now admit and promote the fact that they had failures before they succeeded. Failures are seen as learning experiences to educate your future successes and make you seem human. And failing is better than never trying at all in a lot of cases.

Plus you can always write a tell-all book about it. As Sarah Lewis says in her new book- “In order to succeed you must fail first- and fail hard.” So I guess pride can be a good thing- especially if the fall never comes.

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It’s a French thing

This month is the French Film Festival in Sydney.

I endeavor to attend at least one film at this festival each year. I like the way that French films weave a story beneath a story between many characters that are connected in surprising ways; and the fact that they don’t sugar coat an ending.

I am a fan of the beautiful Audrey Tautou, particularly in the comedy Priceless and The Spanish Apartment and the talented Alice Taglioni as seen in Cash and Paris- Manhattan. I also like the setting in France of places I may or may not have been.

This year I am looking forward to watching Barbeque, The Last Diamond and Sex, Love and Therapy.

Paris is also one of my favourite cities in the world and I have been known to become obsessed with all things French.

I went to a French restaurant last month, own a cliché miniature Eiffel Tower (hey- it was the only souvenir I could afford and fit in my back pack, and I love it- ok?) and dream- perhaps naively- of living in a French Château for a month or more.

I drink my tea out of my French mug set, enjoy a long French style lunch with French wine and one of my best friends is French (of course, that’s not the only reason we are friends Frenchie!).

I like the sound of the French language, polite French people (yes you can find some of these in Paris despite popular opinion) and am currently toting a Paris handbag purchased in the city itself.

I watch French cooking shows, enjoy French supermarkets and would love to go to the Cannes Film Festival one May.

I have the entire OPI French collection- La Collection De France, enjoy eating crème brulee and my current blog profile picture is of me in Paris.

I have Eiffel Tower earrings, like reading books set in France and have a box of a lady at the Paris opera house which was the inspiration for my wedding dress.

If I knew anything about home decorating, I’m sure my place would be fitted out and filled with all things French country.

I have seen the view from the Eiffel Tower, walked along the Champs Elysee and lunched in Place des Voges.

I have seen the magnificent gardens of Versailles, walked along the Promenade des Anglais in Nice and tasted wine in Bordeaux.

But still I hunger for more.

I want to see the canals of Colmar or Annecy, stroll around a castle at Mont Saint- Michel or in the Loire Valley and sip Champagne in Champagne.

I want to see the French quarter in New Orleans, walk around Montreal in French Canada and drink from coconuts in Bora Bora in French Polynesia.

Who’s with me?

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Return to sender

Once when I caught the train from Sydney back to Berry, I left my wallet on the train. Distraught, I sought out the station master, who located my wallet and had it sent back on the next train.

Another time, distracted by disposing the rest of my lunch one day, I left my phone on a table in the middle of the food court and raced back to the office.

Fortunately, by the time I had reached my desk, a kind soul had already found my phone and called my dad who had left a message on my work landline. I headed back to retrieve my phone and thank them. They wanted nothing in return.

Finally, there was the time that I was so busy getting off a broken down bus to get on the next one that I left my new red leather wallet on the first bus.

The kindly bus driver gave me a free ride back to the bus depot to collect my wallet which had been returned with the money still intact.

And so it happens, that just when you think there were are no nice people left in Sydney, something like this happens.

A man will get up for a pregnant woman on a bus.

A lady will slip over in the middle of the street and more than one person will rush to her aid.

A tourist will look lost and a passer-by will offer directions.

At the end of the day, I think we are all human and most of us are good.

Sure, there are some selfish horrible serial killer types out there, but these are not the norm even in a big city.

Good karma to all the kind souls that have always returned money, wallets, phones, bags and children that have been lost.  You’re the best!

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France, 1997, Part 2: The South of France

Sarah and I travelled south to Bordeaux.

All I remember about Bordeaux is the huge Monument aux Girondins fountain with bronze horses all lit up at night as we wandered past it to the hostel.

During the day, we went to the Les Grandes Murailles winery in St Emilion wine country which had a picturesque old ruined winery between fields of grape vines.

We traversed the French Riviera to Marseille. The views of the sea from the train were incredible.

In Marseille, we saw the Basilica Notre-Dame de la Garde with its tall watch tower and headed straight down La Canebiere to catch a boat to Ille D If.

Chateau D If is best known as the setting for The Count of Monte Cristo. We walked around the whole island and went inside to see Dante’s dungeon where a hole in the cell shows an escape attempt. There were some great views of the city from the terrace of St Christopher tower and the keep.

In Nice, we walked the whole length of the Promenade des Anglais at sunset. With the pink sky against the bright blue waters of the Mediterranean, it was the most memorable sunset I had seen.

On our walk back we passed a ruined promenade to nowhere and the famous Hotel Negresco lit up at night.

In Monte Carlo we walked the Monaco Grand Prix race track to the Monte Carlo Casino. The race track is just a normal road by day, but its twists and turns lent to the imagination.

Inside the Monte Carlo Casino, we went to the Bar Americain and the Casino Cafe de Paris- a tip to get to see the casino without having to gamble all your money away, although they still had slot machines.

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