But who'd have thunk it, it was really interesting and we got to walk on top of rivers of poo on metal grates watching the turds float by. In fact we even saw a poo waterfall.
Didn't think I'd ever say that!
Poo Waterfall!
I have to admit the stink did start to seep into our clothes after a while and we began to question the health effects of breathing in airborne e. coli. No matter, we soldiered on and lasted 45 minutes before we emerged into the sun feeling a little bit soiled. You have to hand it to the guys who clean sewers for a living, what a life. In fact we got to see one of the big metal balls they roll down the sewers to scrap all the poo of the walls. Now that's a great game of pinball. An amazing achievement in public health and has saved millions of lives I'm sure, but 45 minutes was enough for us.
That's not a ball, THIS is a ball!
When we emerged we looked up to see which way to go (thanks Ben) and headed over to the place apparently 6 million people visit every year. Now we've been to the Eiffel Tower before, in fact I've been a couple of times but still it really is the most extraordinary structure and it is no surprise so many people come to visit it. In fact they all seemed to be visiting there when we arrived. The queues were probably 300metres long at 5.30pm. So we hastily decided to postpone our ascent and sat nearby nibbling on some baguette and practising our bad French:
Me to Ben: “Bonjour Monsieur Croissant”
Ben to Me: “Bonjour Monsieur Poulet”
Me to Finley and Maja: “Bonjour Monsieur Baguette et Mademoiselle Escargot”
Finley to Me: “Mersee”
You get the idea.
Then back to the hotel and a dinner of brie on baguettes and we felt very French.
The next day we got up a bit later than expected and headed over to the Eiffel Tower again arriving about 10am thinking that most tourists wouldn't have got their act together that early in the morning. Wrong. The queue was 400 metres long! Blimey. Plan B: Arc de Triomphe.
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