In Love in Paris
Ahhhh the city of love.
While my trip to Paris wasn’t spent roaming the streets with the man of my dreams, love was certainly in the air. At 6:15 p.m. when I finally got off the eight hour bus ride and stepped foot on the Parisian ground, my heart was stolen.
Paris was everything I hoped for and more. From the intricate detailing of the bridges along the Seine River to the rich history seeping through every floorboard and crack in the walls, Paris was beautiful in every sense of the word.
Waking up bright and early, along with my study abroad group, I headed to take the climb (or rather, the elevator) to the top of the 1,063 foot tall Eiffel Tower. Three long lines, two elevator rides, and possibly a few tears later, I made it. Even through the thick fog, the view of the city stretched for miles on end.
The most magical moment (I'm talking the kind of magical moment that could give Disneyland a run for its money) was when the tower lit up and sparkled in all its glory. On my last night in Paris, after dinner and beret shopping, I got cozy on a bench and spent the remainder of the night staring up at one of the most beautiful sites to see. Captivating and indescribable, the Eiffel Tower made it impossible to look away.