Some time ago, about ten days to be exact, the sun shone for two consecutive days. So we consulted all of our weather apps and chose the best day to go to the top of the Tour Eiffel.
Booking and paying for you ticket online means no queueing - what a good idea!
The great day came and it was cold and drizzly with visibility to about the end of the street. There was nothing for it but to swear and curse and then hop on the bus.
Sunday, 2pm on the bus to the Tour Eiffel. Not many people out today; probably at home with the tele.
Paradoxically, and just to spite the dimness and drizzle, the fountain at the Trocadero, opposite the tower, was gushing as if it was summer.
Walking across the river towards the base of the tower.
You can buy a ticket to either Level 2 or all the way to the top.
Because there were so few people around, the bus got us there in no time, so we looked about while waiting for our designated ascent time to be announced. These glorious golden roses seem to have thrived despite the lack of sunshine and warmth.
Looking directly upwards from the base of one of the four piers.
No queues today, just empty queuing barricades.
Following these three fully armed soldiers towards a hot dog stand. Neither them nor us were tempted.
Gustave Eiffel - on a plinth in front of one of the pier bases. The lifts operate inside each pier.
Another part of the anchor points.
Finally it is our allocated time. In the lift, on our way to Level 2.
Looking out from the lift at Level 2, along the river. You can see all of the bridges.
Looking down from the very top on the Trocedero, opposite the tower, with its gushing fountain.
Looking along the river.
The Champs de Mars -the fields of Mars, the God of war. This park extends from the base of the tower to the military academy in the distance, with a wide cross road and large round-a-bout in the middle.
The river below the tower where you catch a boat for a river tour. Not many boats out today. The long boat you can see is a transport barge, probably loaded with containers for the local supermarkets.
On the very top, in the rain.
Can't see very far, but if you peer into the mist you can see the golden dome of Napoleon's tomb at Invalides.
Just after this photo, the sky opened up and we descended to the shelter of Level 2 before plodding home in drizzle.
Where is Summer?
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