The Eiffel Tower at dusk from afar.
The Eiffel Tower up close in the PM.
The Eiffel Tower. The Eiffel Tower. The Eiffel Tower. The Eiffel Tower. The Eiffel Tower. I could continue, but I won't. On Sunday, after being seduced by the Tower for the two nights previous, we succumbed to its majesty and approached the goddess with compassionate anticipation. We had already seen her delicate frame from several different vantage points, including from underneath, from boat, from far, and during the height of her sparkle. Each viewing called us closer to the top with greater magnetism- until the Sabbath, when we went to pay our respects to Aphrodite at the peak of Mount Eiffel. The queue was drawn out, but lovely due to the Parisian Spring air. Couples cavorted canorously on the grounds beneath the Tower; Cupid presiding over all the merry festivities. The lift inside the North tower took us heavenward to our Cloud Nine, where we emerged full of life, love, and urbane hearts ready to let loose. The views were panoramic, our delight pandemonic, and the word 'tenet' palindromic. (A more appropriate palindrome, perhaps, is "Won't Lovers Revolt Now?") All of Paris was in the eye of the beholder, and therefore beautiful. Each angle was different and equally pulchritudinous. Everything was within our grasp, had it not been for the fence prohibiting our passion. There are a lot of 'P' words in this post aren't there? Phantastic! As the first photograph professes, there was some lovin' at the top of The Eiffel Tower. But really, how could we not? Paris... The Eiffel Tower... Love... Smooching... they go together like chocolate and bananas on a crepe. I would definietly recommend kissing a beautiful woman at the top of The Eiffel Tower.
For four minutes, at 23:00 and 00:00 every night The Eiffel Tower sparkles in a truly spectacular fashion that cannot be described to those who have not witnessed it. It is like your Birthday, Christmas, President's Day and Valentine's day all at once! We loved The Eiffel Tower so much we went back every night to watch it sparkle, and we ate crepes and pasteries for the entire hour between twinkling. Oh how I love Paris!