Posted on January 27, 2016
Take me to the the top baby— top of the Eiffel Tour that is, as the french call it “Tour de Eiffel”.
We’ve visiting the sights at night, and how glorious it was, this time it was time to catch a view from above and we were all excited. We made the long ass line and when we reached the front we had to go through security twice. I guess all the fuss is necessary after all the attacks a few months ago.
We rode the elevator to the first stop, it was freezing, the wind was making an appearance, and I kept hiding behind all the pillars I saw. We were all going bat shit crazy running around. The view was foggy, everything looked tiny, and seeing the landscape of Paris in all it’s intricate ways was just speechless.
Time to hit the next level,back to the elevator.
We were higher, and this time we in a closed space, I noticed a set of stairs and made my way to the top..the very tip top of the Eiffel Tower. What a fucking view!
A view and the cold… I was shivering.
I spotted a bartender and with the last of my euros, I purchased two flutes of champagne, one for me and my beau. He looked surprised, we toasted and like any latinos…. we made the most of it.
I turned the music on on my phone, played a bachata song and what do you know, Dominicans in Paris! We danced a quick song and then ran away from the cold.
Our nights in Paris have been numbered, I left our host Estelle a little goodbye note and we were off to the airport!
Posted on January 23, 2016
Time to wake up early, instead of heading out, we decided to stay in for a nice breakfast. Fitgi and Ramon picked us up a baguette and some cheese, while I cooked up some eggs and set up the table. I love how bright our flat is, and I loooove when you just sit around and heave a meal with loved ones—together.
The goal for today, visit Notre Dame. Nikki has been boss about coming up with an itinerary for this trip, and even though we haven’t followed everything to the dot, we pretty much tried our best to keep up on schedule. Notre Dame was beautiful, before we even got inside there were packs of tourists everywhere. Everyone taking their selfies.
I got sidetracked with a tour guide who was so animated with his speech. He made learning fun, something I never got while I was in school. He spoke about Napoleon’s honoring for empire, how he basically dissed the pope right in front of everyone. Bad ass.
The interior was stunning, the stain glass windows, the altars. I lit a candle in honor of my cousin Jasmine and said a little prayer for her. Knowing that she’s in a better place now, watching over me and everyone else in my family. ( I actually learned that one of her cousin’s recently visited the Notre Dame as well, and lit up a candle for her as well… 2 for 2, go Jas!)
After the church, and no, there was no hunchback, we walked in to a tiny little bookshop. It was so cozy and unfortunately we weren’t allowed to take pictures. Not that it stopped Nikki from taking a few anyway.
Now that it’s dark outside, there was no choice but to visit the infamous Eiffel Tower, or as the french, Tour de Eiffel. It was marvelous in all it’s glory. We got there right on time. Many people don’t know this, but the’re a light show every hour on the hour. It was dark and the lights just made everything so magical, I almost forgot how cold it was.