Belle Paris

Visited a very nice brasserie down the street for dinner last night- very cliche Paris. Mirrored walls, tables touching each other, mozaic tiled panels, dark wood, very professional waiters in suits.

Slightly hungover we hit the streets of Paris. Our bad french is much better in the morning, so we had a shot at ordering breakfast. The waiters are very polite- they sometimes giggle at our poor attempts to speak their tongue but our efforts are largely appreciated.

A clear winters day. On the way to the Tour Eiffel we were hussled by a few people. The first a deaf charity collector, the second a man who found a gold coloured ring on the street in front of us and wanted us to have it for a small fee of 2 euro for a sandwhich.

Climbed the Tour today, the line for the escolator was hours long. The top floor was closed for renos, so we took the short line and braved the stairs to the second floor- it provided a great view of the city. Very white buldings.

Also had a few shots at finding a Metro map for our good mate. I feel we may have embarked on a witchhunt!

PS- To our family, trying to find a new phone card. Will call soon X

Inside the Tour Eiffel...

At Lipp Brasserie...