Toward the end of June I was told to pack a bag and to hop on an aeroplane to Paris for a couple of days of meetings. So I popped the important things in my bag (a passport and a camera) and headed off.
At the end of the first day I was sat in my hotel room looking out the window and noticed that I could see the Eiffel Tower on the horizon. Spending the evening of the year’s longest day alone in a hotel is not the most fun thing to do. So I set myself a mission; to navigate my way to the Eiffel Tower with only a camera to keep me company.
As I walked through Clichy I happened upon a lot of live music. My luck was in as tonight was La Fête de la Musique. This meant every bar and street corner had a band or DJ playing for assembled crowds.
As I followed the streets I occasionally stopped to check out a band.
The closer I got to the centre of Paris, the less live music I found. And so my pace increased.
The daylight was becoming dim as I began to wonder if I had taken a wrong turn. But then I spotted the Arc De Triomph at the top of a hill. I followed the street up to the monument in hope that I would be able to find the Eiffel tower from there.
And there it was!
With renewed energy my adventure was back on track. I headed onward towards the goal, along tree-lined avenues until …
Down some steps, across a bridge and I was nearly there …
Then I made it! I was under the Eiffel Tower. Without a map, having caught some great live music and seeing some of the city.
I shot a lot of images, enjoyed the scale of the attraction and the atmosphere created by hundreds of excited tourists. Then I headed home on the Metro, but that’s a whole other story …