…but it is pretty awe inspiring even though its base is under renovation and so it has a very “under construction” feel with shipping containers and things lying around. I woul have paid 30 euros to go up in it but it’s seriously a wack-ass line and I just couldn’t take it. Plus it’s T-1 hours until I see the Rothkos. I feel walking around all day as a 48 year old but it’s still doable and I’m very happy I can do whatever I want. It almost feels selfish to write in a notebook because I have postcars to write and facebook posts to make, stupid tweets about parisiens about how they really do carry around single baguettes, etc. French people seem sweet, haughty, elegant, not-vain, tender hearted, and filled with savoir faire. Paris is much like modern U.S. cities I’ve been to but of course has many beautiful quirks. I would absolutely live here. The little fruit stands everywhere are so beautiful and I love that that’s their version of New York’s ugly bodegas. Everywhere has tiny little outside tables and the Parisian urge to linger is truly amirable. Parisian women do not—on average—tend to wear a lot of makeup, which I found refreshing. I’m glad I came here for a reason and not ust to abstractly gawk, lol. It adds a focal point. Just idly “touristing” would feel pretty stupid and empty. It feels good to have a reason to be here.