Next up is sandles with sox…

Could it be I’m getting like WAY old? When traveling in a countries where English is not the primary language, I have this rule about never eating in a restaurant that offers English menus. It’s much more fun to be where the locals are. Plus the food is generally better and cheaper.

I guess this all flows from a general suspicion of things touristy. I must be weakening. Today I booked reservations for the lift to the summit of tower Eiffel. For all the times I’ve walked from Jardin du Tracadero to Champ de Mars, I don’t think I ever had the urge to stand in multiple queues to ascend to the top of the tower.

Actually, it should be quite lovely and I’m rather looking forward to it. Our reservations are for 9:30 pm on the day following the finish of the le Tour. Several years back, I tipped the operator of the giant Ferris Wheel, a.k.a. la Grande Roue, at Place de la Concorde, 10 francs and he gave us a private car. It was quite romantic and very beautiful.