The first time I walked up the Eiffel Tower with my brother, we found it scary. Not terrifying .... scary. Even though the chances of slipping through the metal steps and railings and dropping down to mother Earth wasn't really a viable concern, walking up ..... and up ..... and up all the way to the 2nd level and feeling the wind blowing above, below and around us certainly made us feel ever so slightly weak-kneed.
The second time around with Dream was very different. A slight whisper of a wind - walking down from the 1st level to ground level - sunshine - and camera in hand. There were angles and shots which were simply not available if one had not walked or stopped to look or got off the lift a level or two early.
ahhhhh ........ Paris ......... I dream of you.
ahhhhh ........ Paris ......... I dream of you.
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So jealous!
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