The European Experience: Part 6

Tour De Eiffel
Paris

A quintessential part of Paris' cityscape, a landmark, a glowing wonder. Much has been said about its beauty, but never enough.

We sat on the steps of the Palais d' Chaillot, sandwiched between the luminescent sunset and the rusty-red monument, and simply watched. At 10pm midway though sunset, the Eiffel Tower burst into gold flames and the horde of tourists clapped and hooted enthusiastically, repeating the cycle once every hour. The silent lulls in between were spent writing postcards home and sipping chilled drinks. The night air, however, was punctured by a ragtag bunch of Filipino musicians, eager to make a living out of spare change by doing terrible John Lennon covers. Where were all the saxophonists and violinists in Paris that night? A little Édith Piaf would have been good enough.

Who could imagine Parisians detested the La Tour Eiffel a century ago? Apparently in Paris, the saying goes that 'If you build something, don't expect anyone to like it for the next twenty years'.

So, there's still a chance, dearest Louvre pyramid!