The Eiffel Tower

We managed to buy some tickets online and downlowd them straight to my phone. This phone has been a lifesaver, particularly when our return flight went south. The man at the entrance to the line told us it was an "excellent endeavour" to have pre-bought tickets. The lines weren't too bad, but it was still worth it.

The first elevator goes up the pilar. It was a bit strange, because you don't expect the elevator to go sideways as much as it does. Out on the second deck, you get a pretty nice view of the city.





We also had tickets to the top, so we waited in another pretty long line. It was a bit windy so it was chilly in the shade. This elevator was quite a bit smaller. Since we were the last ones on, we got an excellent view of our ascent. From below, the elevator looks like it's pretty well buried within the tower, but when you're on the thing, it feels as though your out in the open. It was quite scary. I spent most of the ascent clutching at Owen and trying not to look down, or out, for that matter. Once up top though, it's pretty cool. I still felt pretty exposed, and not too comfortable near the edge. They also have champagne up there -10 Euro for 10cl. Pretty steep, but you gotta do it.


Afterwards, we sat in the big park beside the tower and ate some lunch. We had packed some Italian salami, French chese, and a French half bottle of wine. We bought a baguette from a nearby cafe. It was delicious. Owen got a chance to sit in the grass and enjoy some freedom to move around. Of course, he got some baby food too.

We've noticed that Owen's hair has gotten alot longer and thicker since we arrived. Kris has especially noticed changes in Owen. It's so special that he's gotten a chance to spend so much time with Owen in this last month. I know it's given the two of them a chance to really bond.

We also made a trip over to Notre Dame Cathedral, even though we're pretty churched out from Italy. It's a different kind of church than we were used to seeing. It's newer, and in a gothic style, different than the style of most churches in Italy - taller, pointier, and with lots detail and gargoyles around the tops. We could have walked to the top of the tower, but we were pretty tired, so we sat at a cafe and had a beer instead.

French food sucks. It's all the same, sandwiches, croque monsieur, croque madame. Boring. We had seen a couccous resturaunt near our place, so we gave it a try. We were served way more couscous than anyone could ever eat, a big bowl of veggies in a broth, and two hunks of meat on a single plate- lamb for me and chicken for Kris. Delicious.

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