Crack of dawn, the water boils, and the bodem waits.
Fresh coffee awaits my sleeping brother as I prepare for yet another day on the streets.
For two days now the two of us have been, literally walking miles around this city. With Claude's incredible sense of direction (and believe me I am practicing the art of figuring out where I am with him) we make it to all of our destinations in time and in no stress. We love the metro. It's quick, on time, and easy to use.
we must walk an average of 20kms a day for sure and to fuel our bodies we definitely treat ourselves to some of Paris's tasty cuisine.
Today was the Eiffel Tower day. Claude has been looking forward to this for years. All of his photography includes a picture of 'his' tower. And today, the weather greeting us was perfect!
We arrived on site at 0915 to find one huge line up. So we lined up and 'la queue' moved along nicely. For my eyes, I had a group of army men in combat uniform craddling 'close combat or assault rifle' manchine guns. I guess the crowd gets crazy sometimes. We behaved!
By 1000 our tickets were bought for the top and I mean "THE TOP".
We lined up like little sardines with the Italians, the moms and babes, and the British. We moved when we were told to do so.
And finally, we boarded the double decker cable car which took us to the second floor. Claude and I were jammed up at the back of the 'bus' along the Suisse guy who was hiding his face in order not to see how high he was. His female companions all held him and cooed soft words to him...and laughed. Once on second floor we then had to line up again to make it to our real destination, the summit!
ANother tram and this time, an incredibly long ride up to the top. I was too afraid to look down so I talked to our driver, an inch away from me. It turns out this is his 21st year of work doing this daily. The driver's switch shift every 2hrs and in order to stay 'fresh' for the job---that made me feel safer! Imagine this, this guy is afraid of heights!!!!! Take him skying and apparently he shakes in his boots, but up here, on top of the world, he is suave, smiles, and loves his job! Go figure.
Claude has just finished cooking dinner and let me tell you that it smells like we are in a Parisian restaurant. There is the scent of garlic, basil, chicken, GARLIC, and vegetables filling every square inch of our little appartment here on the 7th floor of heaven. My glass of red wine is half FULL, there is crusty bread on the table, and we have some very smelly cheese to go along with it.
I must quit now as dinner is calling my name.
Dd
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