The hubby and I spent our 10 year anniversary in Paris. The tower is an icon, so I thought I would start the Paris series here.
It has been featured in art work. There are a million photos. There is little else that can or needs to be said. Nevertheless it still feels like something you need to see on your fist trip to the City of Lights. So we decided to embrace the cliché- they did get to be so for a reason after all. Deciding to conquer my fear of heights, we elected to take the elevator all the way to the top. This seemed like a fantastic idea until I realized that you don’t take the same large elevator, crammed with 50 people all the way to the top.
On the contrary, you take what we’ll deem the “safe elevator” only up to the second level. No- to get all the way to the top you must take the tiny, scary elevator. This is what John Pinette would call a nay-nay elevator.
This elevator is SMALL- no where to hide my face on the ride up. Not to mention the fact that it shakes- a lot.
The view is definitely worth it though. Being on the (significantly) tallest building for miles around makes you feel like you are on top of the world. So without further adieu: