It was inevitable that my Parisian trip would eventually reach its end – I just ignored that looming dread for as long as possible.
In the process of doing so, I was not as on top of my picture-taking game as I was during day one.
By not taking enough pictures, it would give me reason to return to Paris again. Logical, yes?
Regardless, here are the pics I snapped in our remaining days.
I really enjoy this view of the city from Montmarte.
It is incredible to see the span of Paris and imagine the number of people buzzing around below, each on their own mission. A perfect place to really get a perspective on the beauty and size of this wonderful city.
We opted for a night time ascension up the Eiffel Tower. It was quite blistery, but so mindblowingly gorgeous. Pilier Est is the leg we went up.
I would embarrass myself if I fessed to how many pictures we snapped atop the Eiffel Tower.
Between the freezing wind, the lighting, our limited time (we went right before closing) and the height difference between Reed and me, our pictures did not turn out so well.
Although not the greatest quality, I can’t help but smile when I look at this picture.
By sheer luck, I managed to snap this moment of Reed taking in the beauty of the Eiffel Tower.
I don’t know that anything I see for the rest of my life will “wow” me quite like the Eiffel Tower did.
We took the stairs down from the Eiffel Tower to get a closer look at the incredible construction of it.
I look like a crazed murderer in this picture with the eerie lighting and my creepy smile, but I suppose I have my Hand of Fatima necklace to redeem me, ha!
The famous Arc de Triomphe.
It too was far more huge and grand than I had expected. The traffic that buzzes around this is crazy! I still have no idea how these people can drive around without constantly smashing into each other. Not to mention the bicyclists – at night, no lights, no helmets.
You are some of the bravest souls I have seen!
Really hamming it up after our walk around the Champs Elysees.
I have to admit, this was the only part of Paris I wasn’t particularly impressed by. I will probably catch a fair amount of criticism for saying this, but I got a very Las Vegas-y vibe from it. It may be because I was so engrossed by all the rich history of Paris, and the Champs Elysees was just sheer shopping.
Not that I’m against shopping – dear God, no. I just was hoping for more awe-inspiring beauty than I got from this shopping district.
One last ride on the Paris metro.
My favorite mode of transportation is a city’s metro system. Growing up in Montana, the concept of a subway system has always been completely foreign to me, and I jump at the chance to ride the metro in any city.
I love the hectic feeling – people constantly hopping on and off; the thought that you can jump off at any moment and be in a completely different place; the anonymity of it; that you can unplug and do some serious people-watching, or that you can tune in to your favorite music and really create a soundtrack for your ride.
I feel you can tell so much about a city and its people by the metro – each one I’ve ridden on has been completely different from the others and I love them all. But of course, Paris was my favorite.
No time is ever enough time in Paris. I hit most of the major attractions, but cannot wait to return and indulge more deeply in the city – get to the heart of its secrets, discover its hidden gems, feast on its finest macarons, and blend right in with its people.
Until next time, Paris . . .