Standing under the Eiffel Tower
Trocadero from the top
Hanging out over the edge
Moulin Rouge
Notre Dame
Notre Dame
Sunday morning in Paris, we were up
early to catch our tour of the Eiffel tower. With so much to see, none of us
minded that we had hardly any sleep the night before. Kathleen, our tour guide,
met us at our hotel to take us to the tower. Upon first arrival, only one lift
was working, out of the four on each side. We were ready to ditch the idea of
going to the top of the tower, and then our line started moving. Going to the
top was not bad, and once we were up there, it was an amazing site to see, and
definitely worth the wait. After the tower, we got back on the metro to go to a
beautiful church called Mamar. The area was very neat and sort of like a hippy
district. We ate “Indian” food on the way, which was basically Mexican food. I
had enchiladas but they tasted the exact same as any enchilada in Texas. Right
around the corner was the Moulin Rouge. It was really the only let down of the
whole trip, because of it’s hype, I was expecting much more. We crossed the
street to a Starbucks, when Macy mentioned that she wanted to go back to the
hotel. My feet have had blisters the size of marbles since we started the trip,
so I had no problem with this. We shared a cab back to the hotel and stopped by
Notre Dame, the giant cathedral that is so recognizable from it’s fame from
movies, television, and photographs. This was definitely another part of Paris
that truly took my breath away. We went back to the hotel so sit and wait for
the rest of the group, and while some people took naps, others of us stayed up
and chatted. We met back up with the group, went through security, and boarded
Eurostar back to London. Paris was short lived, but we were all still happy to
be there. I would love to go back, but Paris will never amount to London, with
it’s easy transportation methods, amazing weather, history like no other
country, friendly residents (despite what you hear, they are extremely
friendly), beautiful city sights and much more. Paris felt dirty, unsafe and overall
just a stressful place to be. I am happy to be back in London.
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