Eiffel Terror

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Yesterday morning Caitlin, Victoria, and myself awoke early to make it to the Eiffel Tower early before it opened and a gigantic line formed. However, we still were early and the information booth told us “no more than an hour and a half” to get to the front where visitors can purchase a ticket for the elevator to the top, but what’s the point in going to the tower if you just simply ride the elevator? So, instead we took the short 15 minute version by way of the tower steps to the 2nd tier (after that the steps terminate and you must take an elevator to the top).

 Unfortunately, I have a mild aversion to heights and altogether assumed Saturday night when we watched the spectacular (yet amazingly simple) light show that the climb to the top would be a cakewalk. Once I made it half way up to the 1st tier I realized I had definitely lied to myself. The Eiffel tower is much much much much much larger than I had expected it to be. I found myself grasping the railing and my camera and purse strap as if I took one wrong step I’d tumble to the ground, regardless of the fact that the flights of stairs are practically in a cage for this reason and there is no possible way that if you tripped, slipped, jumped, fell, or even intentionally attempted to fall off the stairs that a human could do this without a sharp device to cut a hole in the iron encasements.

But, once I arrived at both levels of the tower I immediately relaxed and was able to start snapping photos. It was amazing to see the view from each level as the city of Paris vanished into the earth looking like a miniature scaled model of the city. I must admit that scenic photos from that height just aren’t as intriguing. There has to be focal point for photographs too where you just shouldn’t capture anything beyond that range. Instead however, I found a lovely French (well I’m assuming she was French) practicing her morning yoga routine in the perfect distance from the tower. That was one major thing I enjoyed about the Parisian lifestyle. When France went through their lovely Baroque stage it was stylish for the wealthy to have massive and eccentric gardens, horrible for the economy i.e. the French Revolution, but indeed fashionable. The remainder of those gardens today are still as beautiful as ever and extremely relaxing. I guess Paris is always just going to be one step ahead of the current trend.

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