Look. Let's not kid ourselves. We both know I lost you about mid-way through Paris, Day One--when your eyes started glazing over at about the fifteenth shot of Notre Dame--and you quickly scanned the rest of the post, hoping for photos of dancing girls at the Moulin Rouge.
So as not to disappoint...
And we move on...
Paris - Day Three
...was all about getting to the top of the Eiffel Tower. Ze top of ze tower.
After a very tiny--nay, minuscule--five course breakfast at our hotel, we headed out early in the morning to the Metro. Unlike our usual M.O., wherein we scrounged through our bags for loose change, argued with one another, and held up the line at the ticket machine for a good five minutes--on Day Three, we were prepared with tickets Mr. Lush had already pre-purchased. Il est un merveilleuse mari!
We waltzed into the Metro station, with heads held high, and noses in the air--like real Parisians, and scoffed at ze stoopeed Ahmericahns wis zer leetle fanny packs and zer giant derrieres. Imbeciles! Hok-tuey.
After making our way to the Trocedero, we began heading down toward the Eiffel Tower, only to discover a huge road race--complete with thousands of runners--blocking our way across the bridge.
For a few minutes, we stood watching the giant crowd, stunned. Then, we made a command decision. We would cross. This was no time to head back to the Metro to find an alternate route. This was no time for indecision. It was a time for courage. And complete idiocy. Our mission was to make it to the top. Nothing was going to stop us now. We pushed. We shoved. We elbowed. We gave dirty looks. Then we headed down to the bridge.
It's hard to show how many people were actually standing on that bridge. The excitement was palpable. Electric. I nearly took off sprinting when the crowd surged. I knew I stood a good chance at placing, even in my jeans and Privo clogs. A 20K race is nothing to me. It's like a walk in the park. Mr. Lush had to physically hold me back. I was like a damn race horse--chomping at the bit.
Okay. Maybe it wasn't exactly as I described.
Finally. Finally we made it across. It wasn't pretty. We nearly got swept up in a crush of runners, and lost the children forever. But we prevailed. We made it to the ticket booth. We stood in line. We bought our tickets. Victory was ours.
With a view like this...
I suppose fighting your way through a giant road race, while struggling to hold- on-for-dear-life to your children, was truly worth it. (Can you see the Arc de Triomphe?)
Our last mission in Paris was accomplished.
Later, we headed back to the Gare de L'est, where we caught the train back to Saarbrucken. Our weekend in Paris was over.
Hope you've enjoyed the world's-longest posts and the infinite, unending stream of photos of the Eurolush family trip to Paris. It was fun having you along. I think the only awkward part was when you insisted on sleeping in between Mr. Lush and me on the bed at the hotel. You kept saying it was 'cozy' and 'comfy.'
But I think we both knew it was "creepy."
That crowd scene reminds me of Bastille Day 1985, just without the fireworks and the teenaged revelers who yank you off your feet (shudder) and the packed-like-sardines Métro and my gelato toppling out of its cone onto the sidewalk (sob). Glad you made it triumphantly to the Tower (aka Giant Phallic Symbol, if I may be so bold).
Posted by: Lynn | October 15, 2008 at 11:38 AM
Or perhaps I should say Giant GALLIC Phallic Symbol...
(feel free to ban me from your blog now)
Posted by: Lynn | October 15, 2008 at 11:40 AM
I see it! I see the Arc!
The photos from the tower are by far my favorites of the Eurolush Vacation.
But your tale of crossing the bridge? I can see Chevy Chase and Beverly D'Angelo attempting that. Ellen and Clark, ya know? Are you sure you weren't there planning scenes for National Lampoons?
I had a wonderful time in Paris. Thanks for bringing me along.
Posted by: Tuli | October 15, 2008 at 01:09 PM
Oh, yes, it was a lovely visit. I'd never, at this stage of my life, be able to do all that walking and climbing, so it was a special treat to see it throught the eye of your camera. Many thanks!
Posted by: Just Plain Jane | October 15, 2008 at 03:01 PM
simply lovely - I saw the Arc as well - did you keep your hand on your purse and/or wallet on the ride up the tower? I remember being told to do that back in the 1970's in many, many languages right before the elevator took off...(pickpocketing must have been very popular, even then - thanks for the slide show...
Posted by: Lauri | October 15, 2008 at 03:03 PM
Clutching your scarf tipped me off that you were a bit...anxious.
Posted by: Green Girl | October 15, 2008 at 06:00 PM
Sacre bleu! Merde! Pinot noir! I was not bored by this AT ALL. My favorite part was the catacombs, yo. I am afraid of heights, so today's photos gave me a little bit of vertigo. I had to take a pill. So, thanks for that.
Posted by: Badger | October 15, 2008 at 09:46 PM
I could not stand on anything up that high or my heart would burst with fear and I would die. Instantly.
Seriously. Instantly. Then you'd feel bad for making me go up there.
Posted by: B | October 16, 2008 at 12:08 AM
I am still full of energy, plus I have absolutely no fear of heights. Clearly I am your ideal Paris-touring companion. I have the stamina. I have no fear. Oh, and I totally understood your subtle hint about the sleeping arrangements. My bad. I swear it will never happen again.
P.S. How's Tex?
Posted by: Eleanor | October 16, 2008 at 05:09 AM
Damn, I tried to be as quiet as I could, but I guess you did feel my presence in between. Sorry, I had to tag along. I had (actually HAVE) never been to Paris.
Yeah, I know. BOO.
Tks for the tour. It was impressive and marvelous and boy were you lucky with the weather!
I too am missing Sir Hound.
Posted by: Paola | October 16, 2008 at 06:03 AM
I am disappointed to read that you didn't do a quick 20km when you found yourself in the starting pack. The Lush family could have had a wonderful family portrait taken crossing the finish line clutching your carnets, water bottles and metro maps looking flushed and confused asking 'ou est la tour eiffel?'.
Thanks for letting us tag along!
Posted by: Amelia | October 16, 2008 at 07:43 AM
I understand what you are saying, but you just seem to have forgotten that there are some other people in the world who view this issue for what it really is and may not agree with you. You may be turning away a lot of people who might have been fans of your blog.
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