I decided today that it was time to do some obligatory touristy stuff. I’ve been here for days and I hadn’t even seen the Eiffel Tower yet. (I just thought it would be more interesting to build up the anticipation.)
I turned up at 1pm, in front of the St Michel fountain for the walking tour. I’d done one previously in Berlin and loved it.
I highly recommend doing walking tours in any city you get a chance. It’s a brilliant idea where you pay what you like at the end (you should pay something). I was with Shauna, a friend from Toronto who happened to be in Paris as well. It was great because I hate doing touristy things by myself. What’s the point if you can’t share the experience with someone else. I’m bored of being that solo traveler who has to be a huge extrovert, so that no one notices he has no mates with him.
Anyway, the walking tour was not only interesting and educational, but hilarious. Our tour guide was a brilliant comic, who I wasn’t sure if I loved because she was funny or hated because I was jealous and wanted to be like her. I learnt lots of interesting stuff like there are at least 370 official cheeses in France. That’s like one for every day of the year and 5 bonus cheeses for when you feel like going wild. Also Napolean was apparently a huge kleptomaniac and stole loads of art, including an massive 3,300 year olf Eygptian oblesik called “L’aiguille de Cléopâtre” and placed it in Place de la Concorde. There was other cool factoids which I wouldn’t have known even had I read Wikipedia. The tour lasted 4 hours, which is just fantastic value in my opinion. It’s like comedy, education and exercise all rolled into one. Unbelievable value.
Unfortunately, given my poor sense of direction I was lost at the end of the tour. So I decided to just walk around until I found my way back to my hosts. It was just like that Woody Allen movie Midnight In Paris , except that I didn’t get to meet any famous people. I did however bump into the Eiffel Tower, which is not what I can say every day.
Turns out, the Eiffel Tower was just a brown tower. It’s not even that big. So I guess size doesn’t matter as much as perspective! But really, nothing spectacular. I just don’t get the fascination of towers, in general. Okay, so the Eiffel Tower is a massive phallic symbol that sparkles at night.
If that’s considered romantic, I need to start buying myself glow-in-the-dark condoms.
Have you ever seen the Eiffel Tower?