Eiffel Tower Ice Skating

Nope it's not another clever post name, I did it!

The Eiffel Tower is a lot bigger than I thought it would be but smaller than I last remember it from Summer 2008.

The million and a half African and Arabic men selling illegal mini sculptures that lit up in neon colors made the experience a little less magical...but only a very little, tiny one inch Eiffel Tower little.

It was a very eerie night, there was a fog and several times I thought it was raining, but it never did. As we took the elevator up to the second story, my breath was promptly taken away by a spectacular, but very surreal view of Paris. Then the tower lit up and 20,000 lights bulbs sparkled and turned the Eiffel Tower into a dream.

We walked around the whole second floor and I kept thinking of all the amazing people who must've come here, and the marriages that started here, and the artist's who've been inspired here, but when I tried to think of actual names (you know, Rush Hour 3, A View to Kill, French Kiss, Billie Holiday, Josephine Baker, etc...) all I could think was "I bet Beyonce's been up here" , how embarrassing.

On the first floor there was a free ice skating rink, it was tiny and filled with some French under-twenty-too young to be mature football team, but it was still so much fun and I am a surprisingly good skater for not having done it in fourteen years.

How I felt:

I watched the movie "It's Kind of a Funny Story" and in it the boy draws imaginary maps and some of the maps represent people and the insides of their heads. This picture reminded me a little of that. I want to meet whoever this is:

My partner in exploration Nicole and I (that crazy look in my eye, it's been there for awhile. And I wonder why I haven't made very many friends here yet.):

Needless to say, this was an experience I don't think I'll ever forget.