I don’t know why Paris is called the City of Lights, but the Eiffel Tower twinkling every hour in the evening for 10 minutes is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.
I have always loved France and all things French. I don’t know why, but perhaps it was a past life. My first visit here was with my new husband for our honeymoon, and I saved the Eiffel Tower for my 23rd birthday during our trip.
Granted, the tower is wonderful to see. It has beautiful lines and has a special place in my heart – but I was surprised that it was, well, fat. I don’t know how else to put it, but the tower is not “slender” and “thin” like as seen in photos. It’s probably some optical illusion because my pictures of it came out fine, looking like the ol’ tower I recognized. But, in person? Wow – chubby Eiffel, non?
Anyway! My tip: don’t let the “Bosnian” girls with their multilanguage signs ruin your day. They will walk up to you and everyone, several times, asking if you speak English and if you have food or money to give them.
One girl, right when we got there, kept asking us for food that we had in a small plastic bag. My husband stopped, which I think was his fault, and kept telling her no. SHEREACHEDHERHAND into our plastic bag, saying “just one, just one” and grabbed the whole mess of cherries we had bought from Mireille’s little shop.
I couldn’t believe it. I was completely stunned.
After that, I was pretty upset, since those were for my birthday picnic, it was my first time here, etc. (Plus, those cherries weren’t cheap. At all.) I’m usually the person that wants to give money or food, but after that little stunt, I couldn’t stand any of those girls. Any time they came up to us, my husband would ask for euro, and we would tell them in French that their friend stole from us today and to get our food back.
They learned to leave us alone after a while…
Since I didn’t want that beginning to our visit to ruin the rest of the day, I got over it. At least, I didn’t let it bother me to where I didn’t enjoy the tower.
The line is long for the elevators, so buy tickets in advance if you can. Pickpockets abound in Paris, so I had a purse that zipped shut and no pockets. My husband carried his wallet in his front pocket and any extra cash in a flat carrying thing that latches to his belt loop and sits inside his pants. I know, somewhat gross, but the money didn’t touch him, just the pouch. We never got pickpocketed and never saw anything like that, but everyone will tell you to watch out.
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