La Tour Eiffel

I just had some of the most amazing meals of my life last week, oh my days! I desperately want to blog about them now before I forget everything… But I have sooo many photos from the past few months to share with you too. So let’s compromise, okay? I’ll just stick to some highlights, try to stuff all the pics into a few more posts, and get you up to date. Sound good?

But this one kinda deserves its own post though.
This one’s a bit special.

See, ever since young Bobbie went to Paris with some Uni pals and climbed to the second floor of the Eiffel tower after dark, breathed in the fresh Parisian air and took in the beautiful scenery and bright lights of the Paris at night, she vowed to one day come back with someone special.

J will do ;)

Eiffel Tower Bobbieness
Eiffel Tower Bobbieness

^ Oh my gosh, isn’t she stunning? I could stare at this photo all day.

Eiffel Tower Bobbieness
Eiffel Tower Bobbieness
Eiffel Tower Bobbieness

This time was even more special though.
This time, the third and very top floor was open.
It was wet and windy so there was practically no queue.
We were through and up in no time.

And the views were breathtaking.

Eiffel Tower Bobbieness
Eiffel Tower Bobbieness
Eiffel Tower Bobbieness
Eiffel Tower Bobbieness
Eiffel Tower Bobbieness

(Part of the lack of breath could also be attributed to gale force winds and general freezing our butts off, but I’m sure the view was the main cause of it.)

Eiffel Tower Bobbieness

It’s the Champs Elysee! You don’t see it? Here’s a close up:

Eiffel Tower Bobbieness
Eiffel Tower Bobbieness
Eiffel Tower Bobbieness
Eiffel Tower Bobbieness
Eiffel Tower Bobbieness
Eiffel Tower Bobbieness
Bobbieness Eiffel Tower

And all too soon (actually, a couple hours later) we had to drag ourselves away and bid the Tower farewell. It was truly getting late and we were both ice cold by this point. You could have tried to lick us and got your tongue stuck. Not that you would want to do either, but it was SO COLD and neither of us wrapped up warm enough.

I stupidly didn’t bring a coat to Paris because the weather forecast said I wouldn’t need one.
I know! Stupid.

Early next morning we set off at dawn to catch our train back to London. We walked past this beautiful gothic building I just had to take a photo of:

Bobbieness in Paris
Bobbieness in Paris

Then jumped on the train, and slept all the way home.

Well, J slept. I actually have a photo of him sleeping so deeply there is drool hanging from the corner of his mouth, it’s hilarious. But for both his sake and yours I’ll spare you!

Muchos love,

Bobbie

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