From Montmartre we ambled off to the Eiffel Tower. We hadn’t been up there before so duly joined the queues for the lifts. Whilst Graham eyed out the cables and mechanics driving the lifts, I warily eyed the ascent we would have to make. It reminded me of the old days at Gencor when a few underground visits were on the cards. Then I was thankful that it was dark so I had no idea of height/ depth! Ignorance and bliss come to mind.. I wasn’t sure about the lifts but Rob said that he was also nervy of lifts and everyone else seemed quite cheerful about entering the metal and plastic boxes, I swallowed hard and stepped in with them.
We went to the 2nd level and had to get out to walk around to the next lift. Graham wisely decided that he was high enough but the rest of us went on. My body parts got all mixed up, I think my heart was in my mouth and and I can't tell you what was happening in other parts, but just believe me that I was pretty scared!
It was bitterly cold as well and although you can't fall off the top accidentally, I was pleased to freeze my south pole off in the queue to get down.
We went to the 2nd level and had to get out to walk around to the next lift. Graham wisely decided that he was high enough but the rest of us went on. My body parts got all mixed up, I think my heart was in my mouth and and I can't tell you what was happening in other parts, but just believe me that I was pretty scared!
It was bitterly cold as well and although you can't fall off the top accidentally, I was pleased to freeze my south pole off in the queue to get down.
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