Here's what you've all been waiting for. I know it, so don't even deny it. The Eiffel Tower. You know, that thing in Paris where people kiss under, all very romantic like, and go up in to see Paris from above. It also lights up at night like sparkling diamonds. It does, I tell you!
In case you have no clue what I'm talking about, here is a little sneak peak of what the tower looks like.
"Yolandie! What is the stripey cloud in the background?" You may ask.
It's not the end of the world, I promise. It's not even a cloud. South Africans never see this, but in London, as well as the lands in Europe we visited, airoplanes leave those stripes in their wake. Apparently, it has something to do with the colder, cleaner, more moist air they have up there. You'll see more of this in the later pictures.
Anyway, the Eiffel Tower is much bigger than you'd expect it to be. It was quite something! And we, like idiots, went on a Saturday. Can you say lines as long as eternity for entrance? We stood for longer than an hour, only to hear we couldn't go to the very top, since there were too many people up there already. That kind of sucked. In the waiting line, we saw this guy wearing the black and the mask. He'd walk up to people when they didn't notice him and then take their hands or touch their arms to scare them. One lady almost broke his skull with her handbag. Paris is notorious for pickpockets and she thought she was being robbed.
Now, in London, police officers (Bobbies) don't even wear guns. AT ALL. In Paris, they wear machine guns. This guy had to explain to the police he was only pulling pranks quite a few times and he had to be both quick about it and convincing. Don't upset a Parisian policeman.
The golden guy is Eiffel, the architect responsible for the tower.
But anyway. We went up to the second story, which was high enough up on its own, though I would have loved to go to the third story. The view was incredible.
Next, we went to the Musee d'Orsay, where we weren't allowed to take pictures inside, but I saw the highlight of my stay in Paris. Toulouse Lautrec, Matisse, Gauguin, Cezanne and my favourite artist EVER, Vincent Van Gogh. Specifically one of his self portraits, his room and a few others. I actually hyperventilated. Tears threatened to ruin my makeup. I mean, WOW!!!
I MEAN WOW!!! Standing there in front of this baby brought tears to my eyes. It was one of my life's dreams to see this painting. It was incredible. And this picture of it does no justice to the beauty of the colours used in the painting. It's not the same till you see the artist's brushstrokes and soul poured into the piece. Oh, Vincent, you were a master. But I could have told you, this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
Anyway, tomorrow, you'll come with me to Venice!
Stay beautiful folks and be kind to animals,