Being Australian in Paris means…

28 Nov

….never being able to eat a mango in Winter, no matter how ripe they are. It just seems wrong and unnatural.

So many memories of slicing open those plump golden cheeks and when pushed out of the skin from the base, they jump out at you with the glowing rays of a thousand suns.

And that is exactly where they should be eaten. In the sun.

Not in the rain, or the snow.

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