Not So Gay Paris

Next morning we were off, on the train with our bags and headed to Heathrow airport where we would catch a flight to Paris! British Airways charged us each for our second bag, the bastards, like who travels with only one bag?

Anyways we made it there and through customs and were then on the Metro that would take us into the heart of Paris and our hotel conveniently located just feet away from a station! Well…except when it’s closed due to remodeling. So after getting off at the one before we hiked some blocks up the street and made it to our hotel, a little sweaty but none the worse for wear. While Trish was in the shower I sprang out to get some drinks and snacks at the store and immediately noticed the difference between British men and French men. Me, unshowered, sweaty and yucky, glasses on, no makeup and guys in suits were even eyeing me up. Hell in England I couldn’t get a guy to look at me if my life had depended on it. Mini skirt, low cut top, all made up and having to push my way through the crowd of guys to get to the bar and seriously not one of them noticed I swear! Very weird…

We showered and got all spiffy and then were off again, this time to the Champs____, a hoity toiy strip chalk full of expensive restaurants and shopping. I eyed one menu as we walked by, 19 Euros for a Caesar salad! We definitely would be finding cheaper eats somewhere else.

The street led us to the Arc de Triumph. It’s was fairly impressive I suppse, but I was more wowed by the buildings leading up to it. All the sculptures and other detailing on the buildings themselves was truly amazing.

After snapping some pics there we headed off to the Eiffel Tower. On our way we happened to end up walking with a group of young ladies who were armed with signs. Not being THAT fluent in French I had no idea what they said, but it couldn’t have been anything that bad…no one threw paint at us or nothing.

So anyways we got there and it was pretty trippy seeing it. It was just before sunset and so by the time we took the elevator up it was dark and the lights on the tower were on. Yeah we took the elevator right to the top floor. It was a bit scary for me, the elevators are glass and you can see out. All the scaffolding going by and you think, how does that hold everything and everyone up?

We spent some time looking out over the city, all prettily lit up. It was a weird feeling being up so high, but also pretty cool cuz hey, we were on the Eiffel Tower! By the time we came down it was late and we just hoped a cab to back to the hotel. Actually the Italian joint right beside and had an awesome pizza and some wine.