Riding in a taxi back home, after watching the lights on the Eiffel Tower turn off for the night at 1am, Paris is beautifully quiet. Silently passing through the streets of the city. Savoring each moment.
After dinner, my companion and I, hurried on foot toward the illuminated icon. Glancing at our watches, knowing it was after midnight. We arrived and stood underneath the legs, reaching into the ground. It’s an impressive site from below, the detail of the iron lattice criss-cross. Gazing upward at the….
And suddenly, it was dark.
“We closed the Eiffel Tower!”, my companion excitedly whispered.
It was true.
I hailed a taxi for the short ride back, enjoying this new gleam of the passing lights dancing around us inside the back seat.