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It must be something in the air of the Gold Coast. I can’t put my finger on it. But over here, I don’t feel ashamed of anything. Everybody is in shorts and flip flops. I am of course no exception, which is unusual: I don’t like showing too much flesh. It must be my French side: it’s better to suggest that to show, right? No, wrong: my principles have gone through the window on the Gold Coast. What is happening to me?



I grew up on the Mediterranean, but nothing could have prepared me for the Pacific Ocean on the Gold Coast. It is simply stunning: huge beaches, waves, space…It is also very relaxed: when I go for a run, nobody bats an eyelid because I sweat a bit. And I feel all the better for it.

The white sand is so soft that it squeak when you walk.
In short, I think that I am falling in love with Audtralia. I didn’t see this one coming. What’s wrong with me?
Muriel – A French Yummy Mummy In London
  • Welcome! Glad that you love Australia. I love to travel but I’d never choose to live anywhere else.

    • Now I understand you: this is as close as it gets to heaven on earth…

  • I don’t know about your French side, but there’s a lot of French flesh on view on the beach at Palavas. 🙂

    Let it all hang out. 🙂