- I traveled to Paris today, the purpose was to see the greatest structure of all-the eiffel tower. A group of students and I took the stairs up to the top-well to the highest point that we could climb anyway and then an elevator from there. Everyside at every level showed me something new-the view just kept getting better. From the top I could see the little people below us that were on the third level-where i once was earlier, and it was a long way down.
"if you wanted to kill yourself; you could jump here," me.
"whats that suppose to mean?" ben
"ha! nothing- i just said that you could do it," me.
From the top we saw storm clouds forming and moving in quick-we raced down the stairs to seek shelter (hmm a storm while on the eiffel tower?...nah). So we crossed the Sienne in our slef made rafts and ran to seek shelter-but then it drizzled-and as we were approaching the palais de chaillot, it began down pouring...with an insane amount of force. The palais did not have an entrance on the side we were on and of course to get to the otherside you would have to walk around the whole building, mind you we have never been here before. I was running to the side walls of the steps because they provided a shield from the rain, but not much. so i turned and ran down and I followed ben and brian (why?) and we dodged from nook to nook; the nooks were actually just indents to the platform above; created from columns and overhangs. These nooks were not keeping us dry, so we just ran and ran until I found a camera hut and i> ran under that, two from our group were hiding out there. When the rain stopped; the resultant were 10 tourist kids, soaking wet, hungry and making our way down an avenue the arc de triomphe. On the way we stopped in a sandwich shop. here is what happened translated in english:
" do you want sandwiches?"
"yes" we said drooling at the menu of quizno like sandwiches
"oh we dont have any"
go figure, these french can not even eat sandwiches because it just was not time to eat, they denied us service! so we ate at "quick"-a french version of mcdonalds; and it was about 2 doors down from mcdonalds as well. The place was so cheap material wise, and so expensive food wise (isnt that how it always works?) the cup was made of actual writing paper-okay, maybe it was doubled up but it did not look as if it could last for a refil.
"free refils for as long as the cup lasts" -blaine
shandar | 1:04 PM
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