Our last day in Paris and everyone scrambled to try and see or do that one last thing they didn't get to. We had a half day, but that time goes quickly. Especially if you spend half of it on the Metro.
Sidenote: why are the Metros in Paris so gross? You don't want to touch anything. And you're constantly being asked for money. And the doors make fart sounds. I love the Tube more and more each time I come back to London.
Jason wanted to go to the top of the Eiffel Tower, and it's been a few years since I've done that, so we headed there. Most of the group went to the film museum and ice cream island. The Bells and Nate went to visit some haunted cathedrals which house the bones of a couple of Louis'.
The line wasn't too bad for the Tower, mostly because it was a Monday morning. But the people watching was spectacular. Also I got busted by security for trying to get a Red Bull in.
Unfortunately, the top floor was closed, which meant we could only go to the second floor. But it's still a few hundred feet up and it's still pretty stunning up there. There was a huge wind happening and there were lots and lots of Germans. I think Paris looks even better by air.
We boarded the train and headed back to London. There were no incidents to report. Just a lot of pastry buying at the train station. And some strange mysterious odors. And a few random passengers trying to steal our seats on the Eurostar. I love the ride home, and it's beautiful just to look out the window.