We were now headed to Champs-Élysées. In the beginning of the famous street, there were sweet little houses. I think it was some kind of a Christmas bazaar, because all of them had Christmas lights on, and there was only a month left till the holiday. As we were walking, we were stunned of all the famous shops around us. It was like I was walking in a fashion magazine. Prada, Gucci, Dior… and me 🙂 . At one point we decided to cross the street, because we had no time left and we were going on a boat trip. I took a risk, and stopped in the middle of the street to take a picture. Fortunately, I was not hit by a car, but I have to admit – I was scared. Before we left, we stopped and look at the Arc de Triomphe. It was standing stately there, 50 meters in height.
It was time to board the boat and have a nice tour, but this time on water. It was getting dark and the city was shining like in a fairytale. The light from the lamps, that were on both sides of the river, was glimmering mystically on the water. Everything around us was in a such a contrast. Old buildings sunked in darkness, and others where lights were shining in the windows, reminding us that the city was still inhabited. Each bridge we float under, was with an interesting architecture. Notre Dame Cathedral, that was pretty majestic during the day, looked so creepy and scary at night. And finally, the Eiffel Tower far in the distance, shining in blue.
At last, we had the chance to visit the tower. We didn’t wait long, because we’ve already had tickets. However, I had a little problem with the security. Every time I went through the security scanner/door (I don’t know how it is called, but it is like the ones in airports), it beeped. The huge man, showed me to go back again, and every time I had to lose a piece of clothing(you know, it is like playing strip poker, but without the cards…). I got so frustrated and annoyed that I started to scream in Bulgarian and he responded me in French, and I was already half naked. We didn’t find the reason, I made the security system “angry”, but at one point the man from the security gave up and let me in.
Once I was up there, at the top, it wasn’t the tower itself that was interesting. It was the view. Paris at night. A picture I’ll never ever forget. The Ferris wheel shining and spinning in the distance, Arc de Triomphe and the streets “coming out” of it as beams, and the big city beneath showing us its whole charm. At this moment, I promised myself, that I would go back there…and I did 5 years later. 🙂