After traveling to France and getting a good nights sleep, I started strolling all over Paris.
I had been to Paris once when I was five, but this would be my first chance to truly experience the place.
Paris is a beautiful city with a lot of wonderful architecture, but it was still my least favorite stop on the entire journey.
I’m not sure if that is a reaction to being alone in the city of love, or because everything seemed to close extremely early compared to everywhere else, or maybe I was just at a low point emotionally at that point, or just affected by the gray weather.
That being said, I still enjoyed seeing all the sights.
One of the first places I visited were the Louvre Museum.
I was a bit surprised at how many other things that art they had on display, as I had always just associated the Louvre with artworks, but they had a good deal of archeological discoveries there aswell.
After exploring the city a bit more I suddenly saw the Eiffel Tower emerging between some buildings at the end of the road.
I had been up at the first platform of the tower with my father when I was five, but I had not dared going to the top.
I considered trying this time, but after taking a closer look I decided that I didn’t even want to go up to the first platform this time.
I am not sure if my vertigo had gotten worse, or if it was due to me being there alone, but when I did manage to visit the Empire State Building when I was in New York with my girlfriend some years later, even if I was acting pretty hysterical.
In any case, I took a selfie and got going.
I walked long into the night, and saw many wonderful sight, before I headed back to my room.
Then, early the next morning, I jumped on a train heading southward.