Today I ate macarons under the Eiffel Tower. The thing about the tower is that it’s not as big as you think – I stepped out of the underground station and could not see it anywhere.
I was wandering about for ten minutes wondering where the hell it was hiding when I saw it poking above a building.
The other thing about the Eiffel Tower is that its size is deceiving. You first think its small, then it gets big – locating it becomes a bit like chasing a rainbow.
Against Paris’ historical backdrop it almost looks alien. The tower’s contrast is immense, all harsh lines and intricate brown steel work, as is its structure and presence. It was more impressive than I ever imagined (it actually wasn’t high on my list of ‘must sees’ but so glad I did).
And then there’s that thing about walking up to something so known and so iconic and you have to pinch yourself to accept you are actually there. I could have looked at it for hours.
I didn’t climb it FYI – the tourists are starting to wear thin and I didn’t feel I needed to.
Moving to part 2 of this story – the macarons were from Pierre Herme – the flavors were:
– Mogador (chocolate au lait & fruit de la passion)
– Infiniment Jasmine (fleur de jasmin & the au jasmin)
– Amber & Rose
– Infiniment Cassis
I don’t think I’ve ever tasted anything so exquisite in my life. They were also much better than Laduree.
En approchant de la Tour Eiffel