We woke mid morning ready to take on Paris. One slight problem, rain. Not to worry, we would make this the museum day. We walked about 20 minutes to the Louvre. I caught my first glimpse of "The tower", wohoo. It seemed to be fatter then it seems in the photos. I suppose that is why people go and see the world. Everything looks different for different people. On the way we stopped of at the St Germain church. Apparently it used to be used as a barn. Oh Kay. It was a very beautiful church. The louvre was quite majestic from the outside with it glass Pyramids and fountains. We walked over to line up. Looked at the sign and I remembered that the Louvre was closed on Tuesdays. You guessed it, Tuesday. Now it was time to devise a plan B. Lets walk up the main drag, you know the one, Champs Elyseses. We first had to walk through the Tui lories garden, and through the Place de la concord. Where they had a 3200 year old monument from Egypt. But first a few little words caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. Chocolate Crepe, well I could not go any further without sampling some of the fine French culture. Oh my god, it was delicious. Sometimes you get the feeling that some things are best left undiscovered. Just like the Clam chowder in San Francisco, no matter how hard you try you can never get it tasting as good back home.
Then we started walking up the long hill towards the Arc de triumph. The down side was that it huge and it did not look too far away. We passed many snazzy shops on the way. The Arc, not just intent on being a very big landmark also poses as on one the most traitorous roundabouts I have ever seen. At a guess it would have been 6 lanes wide with no lines.
After doing the tourist photo shoot with the Arc our next stop was the big daddy of the all. The Eiffel Tower. On the hoof again and down towards the river Seine. By this time we were a bit peckish so lunch was called. Zuz and I wanted to go to the top, but you could only walk to the 2nd level. Bummer, we had to take the lift as this is the only way to the top. Up we went, all 317 meters of it. Once we got there we though we were going to get blown off. If we had launched a paper aeroplane it would have probably made it back to Germany. Took lots of photos and walked around in amazement of the city. Obviously the view was incredible. I shook my head when I saw from where we had come and I also tried to find where the meteor hit in Armageddon. No success there. Another useless bit of info that I found out was that Sydney was approximately 16962 kms that way, cool.
We walked back up to the Arc as we wanted to go up for the sunset. So under the road and up the first of many tight spiral stair case we went. I am sure I felt dizzy as I hit the top. The view for up here was also very impressive, maybe more so as the tower was part of the landscape. The fact that 12 or so road all came in to meet at this central point also added to the grandeur. You would think that this roundabout would be a smash repairer wet dream, but during the time we were up there, not one incident. Lots of horns and screaming French people, but no fender benders. Even the sun put on a beautiful show for us. Another lovely sunset logged in to the memory banks.
Now it was time to head back to the hotel, with one small detour. We walked back towards to Louvre, looking even more splendid in her night time attire. It was time for the main event. So out came the ring and out popped or should I say stumbled the question. To my relief a yes was heard.
We made it back to the hotel dragging the feet. After about 20 kms of walking we were asleep before our heads hit the pillow.