It was now Saturday, or Sunday, or Friday. No wait--it wasn't Friday. So being Satursunaday and with little time left to get all my touristy things put away, I knew I just HAD to get to the top of the Eiffel Tower. Good thing too because I got a lot of great shots.
The line was long and the weather was pretty hot for Paris in June. I noted a squad of France military in full dress and armed to the teeth, no doubt there for any possible terrorist threats. Something made me uneasy about knowing I had no citizens rights and that those were real M-16's with real bullets inside. I took a few steps back inside my mind. Kinda freaky...
Aside from the couple of assholes who cut the back half of the line and kept trying to muscle their way past me and the nice couple from Jersey in front of me it was all worth waiting for. I got a glass of wine when I was on the first level and spilled some... Seeing Paris from the sky is unbelievable. I caught the sunset and I didn't let it go.
I called Lotfi from the top; we met up later and headed to Cat's house for a little BBQ. She lived close outside the city in a pretty nice place with it's own backyard. I met Silva, Saul's roommate and talked a bit with William, Cat's boyfriend. I still remember the talks--that Silva was taking time-off from his job and that William was about to go on tour as Soulfly's sound tech, Silva's bad English, my worse French, and the laughs we had trying to converse. Great food too. They were all impressed with my consumption of hot mustard, which isn't something those boys have a pallet for. Good ol' SD taco shops are great primer...
Looking back I miss the passion they have. It's been a long time since I've found people who are truly passionate about punk music. I felt a bit like I was reminiscing with high school buddies. We watched some videos of Will's band on the Internet and headed out. Thanks for the ride Cat!
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