First stop Notre Dame Cathedral so beautiful to see, jeweled challises and an alter oh so old in the treasury.

Chris took hold of the lid now totally embarrassed there she just stood, nowhere to hide when there was a horrible sound of breaking wood.

I think she angered him up there because as we set to go, a blizzard duly started and boy did it snow.

To anyone with any sense you would find shelter from this shower!!!!!!! oh no not us  we went up the Eiffel Tower.

Once up on this oversized paper weight, the blizzard kicked in we were stuck it was too late.

For this odd behavior strangely we were not the only two, because to try and get off we had to join a hell of a queue.

Notre Dame

Awful Tower

Oops spelling! sorry Eiffel Tower

 An hour and a half later, rejoicing as we stepped on the elevator only our hopes were dashed,the bloody thing had mechanically crashed.

But we quickly spied one that was working, we pushed  our way on and descended stopping, creaking and jerking.

We expected to see gay Paris and all its wonderful sight, instead we felt like film extras in house of horror fright night.

We got moving only to hear the attendant shout, my god we have overshot the platform climb up to get out.

After this disaster trip we needed no contemplation, missing good old England at warp speed we headed for the station.

The moral to this tale is Paris I've heard people say they love it, from this Yankee point of view it's over rated, over priced, full of French and they can shove it.