We first saw the top of the Eiffel Tower from street-level at the Arc de Triomphe, poking the tip over the rooftops and thought, that can't be it. It doesn't look like it. Then we saw the thing we've seen our whole lives.
|Right up on it.|
|Statue on the Pont Alexandre III, near the Grand Palais|
|Christmas decorations on Champs de Elysees|
|Plant shop near Notre Dame|
|Foyatier's Cincinnatus (1834) swingin' it in the Jardin des Tuileirs|
The sunset view from the Pompidou escalators is maybe the most profound thing I saw there, starting at the rarefied heights and sinking to where the pipes come up from the ground. You want to hold your breath, like going through a tunnel.
|Inside the pyramid at the Louvre|
A thing I didn't expect to be as thrilling were Robert Wilson's video portraits of Lady Gaga installed throughout the museum.
We did Paris on a budget so we had to suffer the charms of the neighborhood boulangerie for nearly every meal.
|I don't even know it's name but if you find yourself at the Best Western near the Arc de Triomphe, turn right out the door and then left.|
Like I said, magical. Paris lives up to every breathless statement made about it. It is crowded as an ant pile, but when you are the ant, you are only interested in the queen before you.
|From the Centre G. Pompidou escalator|