Awaiting the illumination of the 125-year-old iconic Parisian landmark on a pleasant summer evening on the Champ de Mars, ought to have been a romantic experience. But the presence there of an unbelievably large number of people with the same intention ensured it wasn’t.
With no sign of a stubborn sun giving way to dusk anytime soon, we escaped the melee to gaze upon some fabulous Oceanic art at the Musee Quai Branley (open late on Thu, Fri & Sat) and returned after dinner in a cafe nearby just in time to watch the lights come on.
While Paris remains my favourite city, I think the Eiffel Tower is well and truly out of my system, although I might be lured back one last time to put my courage to the test atop the new glass floor on level one.
A climb up the Tour Montparnasse just before sunset for this view however, was far quieter and way more pleasurable.
And as you can see, we waited long enough to catch the twinkling.