The Eiffel Tower is a beautiful structure, and we seemed to make a lot of photographs of it. On our third day, we also visited the Musée d’Orsay, which had plenty of great art and opportunities for people-watching. The late afternoon walk along the Seine back to our hotel was really wonderful. Here are some photos; you can also see day one and two.
Below the Eiffel Tower.
In the elevator going up.
View northward from the Eiffel Tower.
The Jardins du Trocadéro from the Eiffel Tower.
Paris from the Eiffel Tower.
Looking up at the top.
Lots of steel.
Everyone is waiting to take the elevator down…
The stairs were much more enjoyable.
View from the first level.
View below the Eiffel Tower.
The Eiffel Tower.
The Jardins du Trocadéro.
Lisa’s picture of us at the Eiffel Tower.
Do I really look like that when I check my photos?
After a satisfying walk down the tower.
One last close-up look.
At the Champ de Mars.
More us . . . more Eiffel Tower.
The Eiffel Tower from the Champ de mars.
The Eiffel Tower from the Champ de mars.
Resting.
View of the Eiffel Tower from the Trocadéro.
The Musée d’Orsay.
Those 19th century painters only had one thing on their minds.
At the Musée d’Orsay.
After our day at the Musée d’Orsay, the David LaChapelle exhibit didn’t seem so racy.
Whistler’s mother and father?
Along the Seine.
Along the Seine.
Rue du Bac, Paris.
The Pont Neuf and the Seine.
Hold me.
Nortre Dame de Paris cathedral.
Whistler’s mother and father … hee hee. Also one of the pics (the one above the Trocadero) is doing funny things with the whole convex/concave thing.
I was intriqued by “hold me”. I clicked on it to blow it up. Sure nuf. Everyone is holding another. The question is, is there some strange force in this location that attracts people to hold another? Perhaps a sign that says “hold another here. It’ll make people in the states wonder what we’re up to.”
Dave, I think the only special thing about the location is that it’s in Paris. This is the G-rated version. On the Metro platforms (and trains and escalators…) there’s a whole lot of face sucking. Ah, Paris.