The Eiffel Tower, revisited

(Paris, France)

My parents took me to Paris when I was 10 years old. Among other sights, I visited the Louvre (home of the Mona Lisa!), the Arc de Triomphe, and the Eiffel Tower. But that was many years ago, in the spring, and in a much less crowded and much less traveled world.

Line-ups at the bottom of the Eiffel Tower

Although I frequently changed planes at the Charles de Gaulle airport, I had not been to Paris itself since the late 1970s.  So I thought the time was right to not only see the city again, but also to see its most famous sight in a completely new way.  A brilliant idea, right?

Climbing the Eiffel Tower!

France is frequently named as the most popular tourist destination in the world. Paris is its capital. The Eiffel Tower is likely its most iconic sight. July is the height of the tourist season.  I hadn’t booked ahead, because I wanted to climb the Eiffel Tower instead of taking the elevator…and tickets to climb the stairs could only be purchased the same day.  Was this really a good idea?

View of the Jardin du Champ de Mars, from the 2nd level of the Eiffel Tower. The most unfortunate Tour Montparnasse in the background

We walked all the way from Montparnasse to the Eiffel Tower.  It was exciting to catch a glimpse of the Tower here and there, only to have it disappear behind another famous Paris building.  And then, finally, we emerged onto the Jardin du Champ de Mars and the entire Tower (see photo at the very top of this post) was suddenly very, very visible.

Jardins du Trocadero – from the Eiffel Tower

As this was just after Bastille Day, crews were still taking down various temporary structures.  The signage was non-existent.  We eventually found a very long line and overheard enough to conclude that this was where we had to line up to get into the Eiffel Tower.  The line moved painfully slowly, and finally we were able to go through the comprehensive security checkpoint.  After about 45 minutes, we were finally right underneath the Eiffel Tower.

Mild vertigo

It seemed so close.  But we then realized that even longer lines were snaking out from each corner of the Tower.  We had to wait in THOSE lines just to go buy a ticket.  This took more than an hour; perhaps even 90 minutes.   It was also an extremely hot day…and I still had to climb the stairs.

Looking up the Eiffel Tower from the second observation level

It looked like this was going to be a major test of endurance.  By this point, however, my accumulated restless energy blasted me up the stairs in a flash:  6 minutes to the first observation level, and then another 4 minutes to the second observation level (the highest you could go by stairs).

The mighty Seine, from the Eiffel Tower

It’s probably a good thing I went fast.  The higher you go, the more open space you encounter…and the more vulnerable and exposed you feel.  If you suffer from vertigo, I recommend taking the elevator instead.

People enjoying the views from the Eiffel Tower

The spectacular views from each level seemed to be exactly the same as they were nearly 40 years ago.  With the exception of one solitary (and horrendously ugly) 1960s skyscraper near our hotel, the skyline of Paris is not cluttered by tall buildings.  You can still follow the arc of Seine and its many bridges for miles and miles.  You can pick out famous landmarks or simply look at the insect-sized people on the ground far below.

Not-so-minor vertigo

There were changes to the Tower, however.  The interiors of the observation levels felt a little bit like malls, with pricey souvenir shops and snacks.  And the “courtyard” views straight down from the interior of the tower had a new attraction:  part of the floor had been replaced by glass, so you could now look straight down to the ground and feel like you are standing on thin air.

The line-ups are no better at 2:00 p.m.

After taking what seemed like hundreds of pictures (one doesn’t climb the Eiffel Tower every day), I made my way down the stairs again…eventually emerging into the courtyard where the line-ups were now even longer.

Descending to the ground, with some dense ironwork

In the end, I’d have to say it was still worth the wait…partly because there was some satisfaction in climbing the tower myself rather than taking an elevator ride up.  Not as vertiginous or flat-out scary as the Leaning Tower of Pisa, but (other than the souvenir shops) unique in an elegant Parisian way.  Like almost anything else in Paris, I’d still recommend going in the spring or fall if possible.   And if you must go during the summer, try visiting the Tower very early or very late in the day.  The sunset views might even be better!

 

How to Beat the Heat in Vitré?

(Vitré, Brittany, France)

Jumping back to Vitré, before returning to Paris…

Entrance to the castle, from the interior courtyard

A few posts ago, I mentioned my concern about having enough to do in Vitré:  we were going to be in this small town from Friday noon until mid-afternoon on a Sunday.  That turned out to be the least of our worries!

La Fabrique d’Embas Crêperie – we ate here on our first night in Vitré

Vitré is an appealing place, but it is also some distance from both the English Channel and the Atlantic Ocean.  As a result, the summer days can get VERY hot and humid.  Our biggest concern quickly shifted from (a) having enough to do, to (b) trying to stay cool.  Our hotel was characterful and ideally located but, alas, lacked air conditioning.

Chez Pierre in Vitré – we did not eat here

Not too many restaurants were air conditioned either, so we found a large and shady civic garden complex and had a picnic for Saturday’s lunch.  It was very peaceful and we managed to forget about the heat for as long as we were there.

The cemetery in Vitré – almost as imposing as the Recoleta in Buenos Aires,

Trying to stay in the shade also found us wandering off the beaten path in a riverside park.  We came much closer than expected to various cows and goats, as the town quickly turned into farmland.  There also seemed to be some kind of gathering for tough-looking characters in the park, but they were deeply engrossed in conversation and had no interest in  hassling tourists.

This curious goat jumped up on the stone wall/fence to take a look at us

Later in the evening, we saw part of the ongoing Bastille Day celebrations on television.  We saw virtually every French music legend…and, if Johnny Hallyday were still alive, I’m sure he would have been there too.   Much to our surprise, Patrick “Born to be Alive” Hernandez turned out to be French as well!  He performed his big hit, of course.  Could he possibly have imagined, when he first released the song in 1979, that he would still be singing it in 2018?  Or that one of his background dancers (none other than Madonna!) would be the one to go on to sustained global superstardom?

Stairs in the Vitré castle

The castle in Vitré was naturally also not air conditioned, but the relative lack of windows in the stone structure kept the internal temperatures down.  Some of the online reviewers were not too impressed with it as a museum, but it more than fit the bill as a place for us to escape the heat on Sunday.  Too bad that only about 8 rooms were open to the public!

View from Vitré from its castle

Most importantly, however, we ensured that we knew the locations of Vitré’s gelato vendors.  We might not have it that often at home, but it is a decadent way to beat the heat when we’re on the road!  This being Brittany, they even had apple cider gelato.

Interior of Vitre’s castle

Stay tuned for more on…Paris!

Winning the World Cup!

(Paris, France)

The 2018 World Cup final between France and Croatia was scheduled to take place at 5:00 p.m. (Paris time) on Sunday, July 15. Our train from Vitré was scheduled to arrive in Paris at 6:52 p.m. Just in time for the end of regulation time!

Standing on the bus stop on Boulevard du Montparnasse

We had hoped that the game would be shown on the train. We boarded the train and looked around hopefully. Not only was there no game and no wi-fi…our assigned seats were in a car filled with 40 young sea scouts on their way home from a weekend camp. And they were all looking for a passenger, any passenger, with a portable device that was showing the game.

Shutting down Rue de la Gaîté, in Paris Montparnasse

In short, our highly anticipated viewing of a France victory, while in France, did not really work out as materialized…until we pulled into Montparnasse Station in Paris just as the final whistle sounded and France recorded a 4-2 victory.   Now, things got crazy.

Boulevard du Montparnasse

Encumbered by our luggage, we struggled to find our way out of the massive station and to our hotel.  The chaos had already started.  Cars and motorcycles festooned with flags and barely-attached passengers roared by with horns blaring.

Boulevard du Montparnasse, Paris

After unloading our luggage, I rushed out in the direction of the loudest noise.  Some streets were already closed off.  On others, pedestrians were running out into the street and high-fiving strangers leaning out of car windows.  Even I received random high-fives and jubilant cries from people I had never seen before.

Random building on Rue Fabert showing its support the next day

People were climbing on top of bus stops and shooting off flares.  Music blared from balconies and flags tumbled from thousands of windows.   Huge crowds of people were performing the Icelandic chant that captivated hundreds of thousands of spectators in Russia. The horns got louder and the shouts became hoarser.  This was like nothing else I’d ever seen.

View of the Arc de Triomphe, from l’avenue des Champs-Élysées

The next day was perhaps not as crazy, but just as impressive.  We found ourselves on the Champs-Élysées, the famous avenue leading up to the Arc de Triomphe (see photo at the top of this post).  However, there were no cars.  It was closed off for a victory parade:  the French soccer team was returning from Russia and heading straight for the admiring throngs!

More of the crowd on the Champs-Élysées

I have no idea how many people were there.  Hundreds of thousands, maybe?  Even though the team wasn’t arriving for hours, it was already impossible to get close to the parade route.  The mood remained jubilant, and it seemed like the entire country was welcoming its liberating heroes.

View of the Arc de Triomphe, from the far end of l’avenue des Champs-Élysées

By the time we got back to the hotel, the team was finally arriving.  The French air force soared overhead, leaving contrails of bleu, blanc et rouge.  An entire nation was feeling unequivocally great about itself.   What a rare and special time it was!