It was a nice and sunny day in Paris...except for the Yellow Vests. Most of the roads were closed. We were scheduled to have lunch at the Eiffel Tower, so we ended up finding a taxi to get us there:
The whole area is now fenced off, and you need to get through an airport security-like system to get in. We were led by my blue-bar pigeon to the check-in at 58 Eiffel Tower Tour kiosk. That is my shadow:
The first security check was a snap. The one to get you up the tower is absolutely ridiculous. You need to place everything down a chute so that pickpockets would know where you put them when you retrieve your articles. Then:
People are squashed together so that you wonder, should you hold unto your wallet, and alert pickpocket specialists on exactly what you're trying to protect, or do you hold on to something else to fool them.
Well, nothing was stolen and, again, we got the best table in the restaurant:
I ordered a pate for the appetizer and pulled beef something or another. The wine was a St. Emilion Grand Cru, plus I ordered a Kir.
Our desserts were something called rum baba and a cheese plate:
Goodbye Eiffel Tower:
On the taxi ride back, we ran into the Yellow Vests. After I took a couple of photos, the taxi driver said don't do that, so these are the only two:
My mystery partner, though, talked to them and they all looked like normal people. They did, though, cause traffic gridlocks.
We signed up for a 2.5 hour Paris tour, and I noticed that right at the bus entrance was a homeless home:
After an hour seeing nothing much, we were told, sorry, but the tour is over, and we warned you this could happen. Back near our hotel, a few more shots;
It's like a Subway, but using bagels. With another bottle of red wine, a super-enhanced pastrami sandwich turned out to be our dinner.
Tomorrow, we're off to Champagne Country. However, the Yellow Vests will be back, so that should offer another challenge. They like to march up and down the Champ d'Elise and around the Arc de Triomphe.
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The whole area is now fenced off, and you need to get through an airport security-like system to get in. We were led by my blue-bar pigeon to the check-in at 58 Eiffel Tower Tour kiosk. That is my shadow:
The first security check was a snap. The one to get you up the tower is absolutely ridiculous. You need to place everything down a chute so that pickpockets would know where you put them when you retrieve your articles. Then:
People are squashed together so that you wonder, should you hold unto your wallet, and alert pickpocket specialists on exactly what you're trying to protect, or do you hold on to something else to fool them.
Well, nothing was stolen and, again, we got the best table in the restaurant:
I ordered a pate for the appetizer and pulled beef something or another. The wine was a St. Emilion Grand Cru, plus I ordered a Kir.
Our desserts were something called rum baba and a cheese plate:
Goodbye Eiffel Tower:
On the taxi ride back, we ran into the Yellow Vests. After I took a couple of photos, the taxi driver said don't do that, so these are the only two:
My mystery partner, though, talked to them and they all looked like normal people. They did, though, cause traffic gridlocks.
We signed up for a 2.5 hour Paris tour, and I noticed that right at the bus entrance was a homeless home:
After an hour seeing nothing much, we were told, sorry, but the tour is over, and we warned you this could happen. Back near our hotel, a few more shots;
Tomorrow, we're off to Champagne Country. However, the Yellow Vests will be back, so that should offer another challenge. They like to march up and down the Champ d'Elise and around the Arc de Triomphe.
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