discovers that she has a fear of heights on le Tour D'Eiffel
in front of Napoleon's Tomb.
look good in blue."
is moved to perform Rodin's art.
there is one thing that deCol and deJean both agreed
on, it's how to spend the morning. These two aren't
the kind of travelers that jump out of bed every morning
and dash out to see as many sites as they can fit into
one day. Oh no, our pair got up this morning at 8am
and didn't manage to leave the hotel until 11am. There's
a lengthy preparation to be attended to, there must
be time given to coffee, lemon tarts, showers, cremes,
tonics and hair styling.
When they did finally emerge,
they walked over to the Eiffel Tower. deCol still can't
remember why the hell they walked. They stopped at the
end of the park and took a few photos, then proceeded
towards the tower. From a distance, it looks like a
little toy, and as you approach it, it looks like a
really big toy.
In line to buy tickets
to ride to the top of this toy, deJean asks deCol
if she wants to go "all the way up to the
top". She looks at him like he's crazy. She
is thinking she didn't come all the way over to
France to not go to the top of the Eiffel Tower.
Then she figures it must cost a fortune, but she
glances at the prices and sees that that is not
the issue. "Sure I want to go all the way
to the top!"
| deJean asks her again if
she is sure, and now she is positive. They buy the tickets
to the top and get on the elevator with everyone else.
It's a large elevator, and as it makes its quick ascent,
you can see the rooftops of Paris getting smaller and
smaller at an incredibly fast rate. That's when deCol
understands deJeans question about going all the way to
the top. For the first time in her life she is gripped
with a horrible fear of heights. She didn't even know
that she was afraid of heights. In fact, she didn't know
what was more frightening, finding out she had a fear
of heights or the height itself. Either way, her fevered
mind tried to plan her escape. She wanted to sit down
in the elevator. Truth be told, she wanted to lay down,
even sitting added more height to her already sky-high
situation. She wasn't sure if this elevator stopped on
other levels on its way to the top. If it didn't, she
reasoned, she'd stay in the elevator, lying down, naturally,
and refusing to budge until they took it back down to
The elevator suddenly stopped
and deCol, panicking, tried to tell deJean that she
wanted off, NOW! But she didn't act quickly enough and
the doors shut and the elevator continued its ascent.
deCol started to beg and plead with deJean to be let
out at the next stop, and not to be taken to the very
top. deJean said it was fine with him, he had never
had a desire to go all the way up there. deCol's relief
would have only been greater if she had heard those
words while still on the ground.
They got off on the second
level of the Eiffel Tower and it took a good half hour
for deCol to venture anywhere near the observation rail.
A little while later, deJean walked in one direction,
was swallowed up by a billion tourists coming in the
opposite direction, and deCol couldn't find him for
another half an hour. The place doesn't really look
big enough to lose a redhead for a half an hour, but
it happens. When they were finally reunited, deCol insisted
that they "get the hell off of this God forsaken
tinker toy and go have a drink."
After the two of them had
relaxed in a cafe, some distance from the Eiffel
Tower, they were ready to plan the rest of the
day. They headed over to Napoleon's Tomb to see
what all the fuss was about. It was a marvelous
structure, very beautifully layed out.
||Then over to
the Rodin Museum, where they had a little fun with
the sculptures outdoors, posing next to each one
in the same fashion as the sculpture and taking
a photo of each irreverent display. Sadly, they
used one of those disposable cameras, so only a
few of the pictures turned out.
Tired of misbehaving, they
tried to hail a cab to get back to the hotel. But unfortunately
there were none to be had, as they decided to return
at rush hour. They had no desire to try to figure out
the metro, so they just walked. They returned to the
hotel and rested, then freshened up and then deCol decided
that she wanted to check her email. Off she went in
search of that Cyber Cafe. She managed to get herself
pretty turned around and nearly lost, but finally found
With the email taken care
of, deCol returned to the hotel, and she and deJean
headed out for dinner. They wandered around and found
L'Entrecote de Clochen and had yet another fabulous
meal. deCol's journal recalls the meal itself, although,
wen pressed, she cannot recall the restaurant's location
They head back to the hotel
for some rest, since tomorrow is their last day in Paris.