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French Kiss; Romantic, Eiffel Tower Moments

“Well, it’s true what they say about Paris.  I’m so sick of romance I could lose my omelette. People kissing everywhere, like they’re going without air, on a bet.” from “French Kiss” by David LaMotte

It is true what they say, but to me, the romance wasn’t sickening at all.  Lovers entwined on park benches, tongues down each other’s cafe cremes,  melting into each other on the subway; it all just added to the allure that is Paris. 

The sunset light where it doesn’t even get dark until after 9, the lacy lingerie shops, the music floating in the air from sexy Argentinian street musicians set the stage for love.  If my husband had been there with me, I’m sure we barely would have come up for air long enough to take in the view.

And what a view it was.  No, I never made it to the top of the Eiffel Tower, but it doesn’t matter.  I saw it lit up on a late-night in the city, under a no-kidding full moon.   A hefty portion of the French g.d.p. goes towards illuminating the Tower in a light show every hour on the hour after dark.  In a post-five-course dinner that included oysters, duck and creme brulee, we dragged ourselves over to the esplanade and waited, our tired feet and legs growing weary from jet-lag and several carafes of red wine. 

We waited some more.  And then,  Bam! the iron monument to modern spectacle and history in the making, began to glimmer like a million diamonds in the clear Parisian sky.  Wow!  Merveilleux!  Formidable! It was worth the wait.  What a way to showcase a week that would be full of Eiffel Tower moments.  There may have been kissing everywhere else, but none for me.  Maybe next time.  It was still romantic quand meme, all the same.