I don’t think I could ever get sick of looking at the Eiffel Tower. Every time it came in view, I just couldn’t help but take a moment to stop and stare at it. As my other two friends had previously been to Paris before I met up with them, I set out for the day to tackle a few of the major attractions by myself. First up was the Eiffel Tower. I queued like the patient tourist that I am and after about an hour-ish of queuing – I can’t quite remember, I zone out in queues and subsequently lose track of time – proceeded to climb up to the second level. Yes, I took the stairs. If there’s one thing I took away from this trip, it was learning to love stairs. I decided against going right to the very top, partly due to the fact that you had to once again queue for the lift. By this time I was well and truly sick of queues and crowds. Extreme winds and a slight fear of heights may have also been contributing factors. It was quite blustery and overcast when I climbed the Eiffel Tower, but the views over Paris were awe inspiring nonetheless. Of course, by the time I made it back to ground level, the clouds had parted and there were blue skies all round. Go figure.