A sentimental post about a pretty French girl

Today I said goodbye to Amelie.  She goes back to Lyon on Wednesday, and I won't be seeing her again. We went to see Monty Python's Spamalot at Her Majesty's Theatre, and afterwards we walked back to Melbourne Central and bought crêpes with whipped cream, ice cream and strawberries.  Then we sat on the lawn in front of the State Library for ages, just talking.  She showed me some pictures that were on her camera.  We had to bend close to see them because of the sun, and her hair kept getting blown into my eyes.  

I got over my crush on her ages ago, but as you can probably tell, I get a little bit re-infatuated with her each time I see her because she's just so damn pretty, and her accent makes me melt like a magnum on a hot day.  :-)

This is Amelie:


And this is me:


Eventually I had to go, so we hugged and said K BAI FOREVER, though not quite in those words. 

She said that she wants to come back to Melbourne when she finishes her studies because she loves it so much here, so maybe I'll see her again one day.

Then we hugged again, and parted ways.  I turned back once, and saw her walking away in the afternoon sunshine.