As I slowly made my ascent to the top, my heart was beating as fast as a race horse and my hand was as pale as a ghost as I gripped the railing next to me. After climbing nearly 600 steps to the second level, I found myself riding in a glass elevator to the top of the Eiffel Tower. I have never been a fan of heights, but I knew this was a once in a lifetime experience. But the fear I felt was worth it because the views from the top were spectacular, spectacular. When the elevator finally stopped, I managed to peel my hand way from the railing and slowly made way out of the elevator. The first thing I noticed at the top of the tower is it does not sway back and forth like the Washington Monument; this made me feel much safer up there. After adjusting to the height difference, I was able to wonder around. I could hardly contain my excitment as I laid my eyes upon the most famous icons of Paris: the Louvre, the Arc de Triomphe, Notre Dame, the Invalides, and Sacre Coeur. As I felt the breeze upon my face, I felt connected with the city of Paris, and I finally understood why people call it the most beautiful city in the world. The pictures I have posted do not give the views justice!
