Day five we arrived at The Eiffel Tower early [ish] in the morning to find it bathed in sunlight. After some debate about which corner of the tower to queue up at, we managed to get into a very orderly line, just in front of a group of about thirty students from Argentina. I’m not sure how many of their pictures I was lurking in the background of, but sorry, I guess.
We queued for about an hour, an hour and a half, taking turns to go off and wander around. Once we had out tickets, it wasn’t long until we got into the first lift, to take us up to the second level. When we stepped out, a cold wind hit me in the face like a slap, and although we walked around and took lots of lovely pictures and admired the view, I think the thing that I’ll remember the most of is shivering and cursing my astounding ability of not being able to pack a scarf.
And then we queued for another hour and half to get the life up to the third floor. I have and always will be a shameless people watcher- in my defense, it’s fascinating, and a good way to pass the time. When we finally got into the lift, and it started to go, we realized that it was more than a little nerve wracking. Being right by the window didn’t help, as we rose up, seemingly directly into mid air, to the slimmest reachable point of the Tower. There was a bit of nervous mumbling at how fast we were going, and I was relieved to finally reach the top.
The view really was amazing, and it was a lot of fun to get a really good viewpoint of the lay of Paris. I was disappointed at the lack of opportunities to encourage consumerism from tourists- only one little bar selling champagne! Tsk tsk. [We didn’t buy any.] There were also a few padlocks with names written on them attached to the railings. I wonder how often these are taken off?
We didn’t have to queue very long to get down, and then we decided to buy a picnic lunch and go to the gardens of the Louvre. I actually fell asleep in the sun, but Ruth, eager to go and see a bit more art, soon suggested that we go inside.
The most efficient course of action seemed to be to split up, and so Ruth looked around a collection of art from Holland, while I went to look at the Ancient Middle Eastern area. It was really incredible to just have this little window into a time so long ago, and even on my way out, past the Egyptian area and scurrying a bit to make our rendezvous point in time, I was still in awe. I definitely want to go back one day with a bit more knowledge of the history and culture from then.
And that was Day 5! A very lovely sunny [but not warm in some of the higher parts!] day.