Turning 30 in Paris - part 2

Sunday

The momentous day dawned with bright sunshine and clear blue skies.

We took advantage of the 'Paris breathes' programme and hired one of the city bikes for a ride down to the Eiffel Tower, taking the riverside road which had been specially closed to traffic (sadly not in honour of my special day, but rather so local residents and tourists alike can enjoy a day off from the usual chaos of traffic).

On a gorgeous day like that was, there is simply no other way to travel.

After dropping-off our bikes, we headed straight to the Place du Trocadéro, reputed to be the best vantage point for viewing the Eiffel Tower in all its glory. Crossing the river and heading up the sweeping steps leading to the Palais de Chaillot, we discovered that 'The Rough Guide to Paris' was indeed correct - this was the view of the tower that all the postcard photographers come to capture.

Soon, we joined the queue for climbing the Eiffel, taking the stairs up to the second floor - at a height of 128 metres. The view was as breathtaking as one would imagine: we looked out over the Jardins du Trocadéro, from which we had admired the tower earlier that morning, towards the futuristic-looking Arc de la Defense which designates Paris' business district.

A little more to the right and we could make out the Arc de Triomphe and Champs-Élysées stretching away to the east, and up on the brow of Montmartre in the distance, Sacré-Cœur. Directly below us, the Seine flowed, its length punctuated by bridges all the way to Notre-Dame and beyond. Turning and facing the other direction, we looked out onto the Champ de Mars, and the military academy behind it.

Due to the large volume of visitors (it being a sunny Sunday in half-term) the very top of the tower was periodically being closed, so we left that for a return visit...

Back down on tierra firma, we decided to once again rejoin the Seine, this time in a guided tour by boat. As the sun went down on a perfect day, our guide told us about the palaces, museums and galleries lining the river and the stories that lay behind them.

We returned to the Eiffel with just ten minutes of my twenties left, so what else to do but to head back to the Trocadéro for one last light show to celebrate.

Then it was back on the bike in search of the perfect birthday meal: French onion soup, steak, and crème brulee, all washed down with a nice glass of French red wine.