Previously I have mentioned that I used to be a country snob – not liking going to the same country again but rather visiting new ones. Before I changed by snobby ways I did have some places that were an exception. And Paris is one of those. The city is one of my favourites and is also home to my favourite landmark – the Eiffel Tower [insert heart eyes face]. But there is one thing that I haven’t been able to do, and that brings me to the third item on my travel bucket list…
I have been to Paris three times since my first visit just over 10 years ago. But I have yet to go to the very top of the Eiffel Tower, it’s like the world doesn’t want me to see Paris from such a remarkable height!
The first time I went to Paris it was NYE 2005, the snow was falling which made everything beautiful. I was only there for a couple of days before heading on a three week study trip which would then return me to Paris for one more week. I decided that I wanted to savour the Eiffel Tower until my return. To say I was excited was an understatement. The nearer I got the more and more thrilled I got. When we finally arrived I could not wait to get to the top. Except they had closed the lifts going up, not to be open again until long after I left. Disappointing. But I still enjoyed myself and went to the second level which still gave amazing views.
I was not to be deterred and thought next time I shall get to the top!
The second time I went to Paris it was for a work day out. We were literally there for about 8 hours. I knew we would be going to the Tower as we had booked lunch on the second floor there. When I arrived I was again full of hope and anticipation. Unfortunately as we were short on time and the queue was massive to get up to the top, I had to say au revoir to my dream.
The third and final time I went was for a 2 day break and I was determined that this was going to be the time I would get to the top! I knew it was open (a friend had just been to the summit the previous week) and I had made no other plans so was willing to wait as long as it took. It started off well enough, we got in the line for the lift which looked miles long, but at least we were there. After about an hour of waiting and getting about half way through the line I began to feel queasy. No I thought, nothing is going to stop me. A little while later I was feeling worse… and worse… and worse. With a heavy heart I had to quit the line and head back to our hotel as I needed to lie down. I couldn’t believe it! But I still wasn’t defeated. When I started to feel better I decided it was time to try again. This time when we got there we decided to take the short queue which involved walking up to the first floor. Bad move. This time my husband got severe vertigo and almost passed out by the time we finished climbing the stairs. There was no chance he was heading to the top with me. Had I been feeling 100% I may have left him there and gone to the top by myself, but with feeling ill and feeling a bit exhausted from the walk up, I had to call it a day.
But three disappointments aren’t going to stop me. I know that I will one day get to the top and will get to have the best view of one of my favourite cities from my favourite landmark.
Auf Wiedersehen for now,