Higher and Higher

 Originally we thought we would just enjoy the views, but it did not take long for our fatigue to dissipate and our curiosity won again.   We landed at the site of the Tour Eiffel.  

At 304 meters tall, this magnificent display of art and engineering was tower was opened in 1889.

After almost an hour waiting we boarded the elevator to the first landing. Some 100 meters above the ground, I was content to believe this was as high as one could go.  As it turns out, the tickets we purchased were to bring us to the top of the tower. 

In line, I wondered how this very ‘chicken’ person could possibly go any higher.  However, knowing that Paris and the Eiffel tower were on the “Bucket List’ of a dear friend, I felt I owed it to her to at least take a photo from the highest level.

As we entered the final portion of the que to the upper part of the tower, Elizabeth and I became separated from our group.

We reached them just as the elevator doors closed and Eliz and i were left to mount the remaining part of the tower in the absence of family.

We ‘chickens’ bravely continued. We missed the next elevator, but entered the following one. We gently encouraged each other and refrained from looking outside.  As the elevator slowed to it final destination, a caring passenger said to us, ”Oh, it’s broken.”  While our hearts stopped, we were thankful seconds later when the doors opened and we were reunited with Peter and the rest of the girls.

The views were spectacular.  Although the photos do not do justice to the experience, Yvonne, this one is for you...