Yes, it's a complete and utter gimmick, but I somehow found myself forking over the admission fee and crammed into an elevator en route to the top of the Eiffel Tower. The view of Paris was magnificent. During my time there this trip, the sun rarely emerged, and Paris was a vision of drizzly gray. But from the top of the tower, Paris glittered. Literally.
As a city girl, I get strangely emotional when confronted with panoramic aerial city views. The last time I was on my rooftop in New York. The time before that on the Las Vegas Strip at sunrise. Each time, the world gets quiet. And there's just me, the limitless sky, and the city, a tame beast from that high up. The stillness is enlightening, gut-wrenchingly clarifying. The type of terrifying that makes you go "Hey Paris, so you ate my phone. I still love you."Or something like that.
Enjoy the pictures after the jump. Next post will be on Singapore, where I currently am enjoying a nice break from the winter chills of Europe. :]