Every visit to Paris requires a trip to the Eiffel Tower. It’s basically obligatory.
Not only is the structure itself a gorgeous piece of iron artwork, but the views from each level are unbeatable.
When we first happened upon it, spotted between the trees, it was breathtaking. Yes, I had seen it before, but still. I had forgotten just how grand it truly was.
We hiked up the stairs because I for one, was not waiting in those long long elevator lines. Besides, I had a few pastries in mind for the afternoon so the exercise was pre-emptively necessary.
After a few huffs and puffs we reached the first level. And the reward was worth it. Breathtaking views of the Champs de Mars, and of course, those classic tin rooftops as far as you could see. Mix that all in with a few golden domes and there you have it, the Paris skyline.
Huffing and puffing again we climbed up a few more stairs to the second level. After which, we thankfully hopped onto an elevator and rode it straight up to the top! Be sure to close your eyes if you’re scared of heights…
Thankfully you’re protected from an iron wire. Just make sure you hold onto that camera!
Now, for the best views of the Eiffel Tower in all its glory, everyone knows you need to climb down those stairs and walk your butt across the river to the Trocadero.
Afterwards we trekked through the 16e, looking for an office I’ve really aspired to work at. Goals anyone?
^ Obligatory oecd-wannabe picture ^
To finish up our “little” Paris sightseeing tour, we walked back down Victor Hugo to the Champs Elysees. What did we see? The one and only Arc de Triomphe.
After wandering around (in the blazing heat yet again) we were in dire need of refreshments. Thankfully, this time I had just the place in mind. Just a hop and a skip down Champs Elysees was Laduree.
We glanced through the menu, but mom knew what she wanted already (and me too!). Pastries. Like, duh.
She chose a raspberry/strawberry gem stuffed with whipped cream while I went for a rich hazlenut and chocolate number. Now holy crap were these bad boys tasty. I am still dreaming about mine.
To wash it down, and gain that much needed refreshment, we selected ice teas and sipped them casually while we sat in the warm summer breeze. Bliss. Pure bliss.
The patio was quiet and relaxing. We sat there and just soaked in what it meant to be in Paris in the summer.