Tour de Eiffel

I don't think she needs any explanation. But, for my memory's sake, I will just say that even though I have been up it before, I was absolutely terrified to go up to the top. It took us over five hours (I only know that because all of the lights on it twinkle every hour and we saw them go off five times) of waiting in lines to get up there, so I had plenty of time to think about how scared I was. Luckily there was a guy from Israel cursing up a storm on the way up, so he said it all for me. But, even though I was scared and it sways at the top from the wind and I didn't want to do it....I'm glad I went. The view is incredible and you can't go to Paris and not go up. So the trip was officially complete!

I loved seeing it off in the distance at random times of the day. You turn a corner and bam there it is. Like a little extra perk to your day to get to see it again.

It was definitely my favorite at night. Every time I saw it pop up around the corner it made me happy. It was a literal reminder of where I was and how lucky I felt to be there seeing it.

The view if you stand directly underneath it and look up. I think the base of it was almost as wide as a football field. It felt enormous under there.

The way it works is you stand at the base to buy a ticket and wait for the elevator to the 1st level which is about half way up. This is view from there both out and up.

Although my knees were literally shaking, I made it to the tippy top and even looked out over the edge.

This is what you see if you look upwhen you first get off the elevator and out the door on the very top. Not that exciting, but if you've ever wondered, now you know.

Photographic proof that I conquered my fear of heights for one night. I will admit that as soon as I let go of the random bolt on the wall I was clinging to for dear life, my knees stopped shaking and was brave enough to peer over and take this picture, I was ready to be on the ground and viewing it from around the city like these next two pics.

Not an ounce of photoshopping or editing here. The sunset was that pretty. This was when I missed Lance the most. We had just left the Louvre, were sipping hot chocolate, a man was playing an accordian in the background and the lights on the tower were twinkling. I kept thinking "I wish Lance were here and could see this." It was the epitome of the type of experience you want to have in Paris. So I did the next best thing and took a picture of it for him.