(a back-side shot of Notre Dame from a bridge crossing the Seine. I couldn’t leave this out! My little bride is a huge fan of the flying buttresses!)
We left Notre Dame at about 7pm or 8pm and I was finally starting to feel it, so we walked back to our hotel and crashed for about 2 hours. It was just enough to keep us going the rest of the night until 3:30 am. I’ll get there.
So, our goal now is the Eiffel Tower. We boarded the Metro and off we went.
We arrived just in time to catch the tower at the top of the hour. Why does that detail matter? Well, because for ten minutes at the top of every hour after dark an Eiffel tower light show begins. I’m not talking lasers and pyro, but there are thousands of bulbs all over the tower and they light up like crazy. Definitely not a place for anyone who has problems with epilepsy, but it is amazing. Here are some photos, and check back soon for a 4-piece video segment of the “Awful Tower.”
What an amazing structure. It’s crazy when you think that all of the artists and writers and such of the day actually petitioned against the building of the tower. It was really an overwhelming experience. It was so much much to take in: the view of the tower and all of it’s surroundings, the sounds of the Frenchmen cheering their tower every hour as it lit the night sky with it’s own stars, the view from the tower itself, not to mention the Arab peddlers pushing their little flashing towers and roses and even bottles of champagne on foolish tourists. Mainly people like my wife who can’t pass up a flashing Eiffel Tower. We did talk him down form 15 euro to 4.50 euro. Anyway, it’s very easy to get caught up in uber-tourist mode and miss the whole thing. Jill and I stayed on the second deck just trying to take it all in for about an hour and a half. Then when we got back down, we made a conscience effort to stop every few steps and take in the fact that we were standing in Paris in front of the Eiffel Tower. Not that it was the greatest moment of our lives, but it was all so surreal. You’ve seen pictures and movies and whatever, but when your there it kind of messes with you. I’m all the way across the ocean in Paris. How cool is that?
Anyway, we took our time leaving the tower and headed to what was apparently the last restaurant in Paris that was open and had a very nice, very late dinner. Of course, with a view of the Eiffel Tower. We just took our time and simply enjoyed being together in Paris. So much time that we learned a little known secret. The Eiffel Tower doesn’t stay on all night. Apparently, at 3am the golden lights are shut off and there are 10 minutes of sparkling Eiffel, then darkness. Proud of our little discovery and full from a nice meal topped off with authentic Creme’ Brulee’ (however you spell that), we headed back to the hotel. To our surprise, it’s not only the Eiffel Tower that has a closing time. Apparently, the metro closes as well. We started to walk, saw some bike rental place, but couldn’t figure out how to get the bikes off of the thing. So, 30 euro later and a much longer cab ride than we expected, we arrived at our hotel. We would’ve never made it on foot or bike. So, off to bed for a few hours. In the morning, we make way for Switzerland. What a long day.




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