Emma Nour with her Co-ite mix. (Coke and Sprite. Don't ask for ginger ale. Not available in Paris!)
Aicha's photo of the arch de triumph. Then onto the metro and up to the place where Emma Nour made me close my eyes, turn the corner, and then look.
the Eiffel tower--- Her own special memory of the first time she ever saw it.
We approached over a bridge, and there was a river and fountains in front of it, or so it appeared to me, so it was like this mighty being, striding the shores, full of intricate strength and, pardon the pun, gall. Yet there's a vulnerabilty. there was elevators for each leg, and only one was working. Metal scaffolding holds up one leg, hidden by trees.
Here's Emma Nour's photo from underneath. Too late to go up, extremely distressing to EN, as it was such a perfect day. It'll be for our return trip.
Much love. Sunday, on to Royan.
Hugs to all.
diane and Emma nour from the cyber cafe.
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