Posted on January 4th, 2016
Day three in Paris all revolved around the Eiffel Tower. When I woke up and looked outside, the sky was completely overcast and I thought to myself, ‘Seriously, the day that I plan to see the Eiffel Tower it is so overcast that I probably won’t even see it!’. I took the train and metro to the start of the parc Champs du Mars which is the park that you walk through as you approach the Eiffel Tower. And sure enough the cloud was so thick that I couldn’t see the top. Thankfully it cleared fairly quickly.
Nearer to the Tower, the walkways were lined with Christmas markets selling everything from roasted chestnuts to gluvine to souvenirs to hats and scarves. It was such a festive atmosphere. I queued in the line for the steps up to the Eiffel Tower and only waited for 10 minutes. My ticket cost me only 5 euro and allowed me to walk up to the second floor. Looking back I’m so glad that I walked. Seriously I don’t even think the lift should be an option. It’s really not that tough of a climb and gives you a real sense of accomplishment.
Upon arrival on the first floor I looked around and just admired the beauty below me. I then saw an ice rink and thought, ‘Wow, that’s so cool! Imagine ice skating on the Eiffel Tower. But I don’t want to spend any extra money.’ I then inquired about the price just out of interest only to find out that it was totally free! I quickly got some skates and was soon gliding upon the ice and trying to wake myself up from this incredible dream. It really made my heart so happy to experience this moment.
I continued walking up and up until I reached the second floor. It was really very cold up there and so on went the gloves and neck warmer. Unfortunately the visibility wasn’t great but I could see enough.
I then descended and made my way across a bridge over the Seine to Place du Trocadero. It is an incredible viewing spot where you can see the Eiffel tower in all of is splendor. I grabbed a Nutella crepe (yes I am eating whatever so that I can truly experience the French culture) and found a bench with a view of the Tower to enjoy it.
Next I hobbled with my sore and blistered feet to the Arc du Triomphe. It is a huge arch that honours those who fought for France and died in the French Revolution and the Napoleonic Wars. It was so big and decorated beautifully.
I then hobbled to the Champs-Élysées which the French think is the world’s most beautiful avenue. In my humble opinion I didn’t really see the big deal. So I saw it but didn’t spend much time there because my sore feet were beckoning me home.