We decided it was crucial to head to the top of the tower and see Paris from a distance. What we didn't remember was the long line we'd spend 2 hours in waiting. It was well worth it! We took the elevator to the 2nd floor where you have to change to a 2nd elevator. This was when the heights phobia set in for most, as the elevator is primarily glass and the view is INTENSE! Up... up... and still up further. When they finally opened the doors people poured out as if they were afraid to spend one more second in an elevator suspended those tens of stories above the ground. I'll admit I was just a little uneasy :) The view breath-taking... the wind... breath-taking (haha). It was blowing like crazy... can't imagine it on a stormy day.
I just couldn't think of being a worker suspended up this tall, iron structure. I'd vomit.... in fact reflecting on that still makes me a little nauseous. It's sooo high up. Finally had a true idea of the lay out of 
France and how strategic it was. The larger streets wide enough to send an army down to fight off any little revolts which would be coming from the smaller side streets. (masterful)
Then we walked through the city... checked out some local sites and decided to hit up a local movie theatre. This pretty much did us in for the night and we met up with Abdul for a quick bit, but a thunderstorm struck and rain poured on the 
Champs... hilarious to watch this place flooded with people become a chaotic mess with rain-soaked tourists running for their lives. The lightning show continued even after we reached the apartments and found the aftershock of us leaving the windows open. Yes... the passport, soaked. Luckily... things dry.
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