Thursday, 27 December 2012
Crying over the Eiffel Tower
It brought back some memories of when I saw the iconic construction for the first time, when I was in Paris, working as a nanny.
I was a French language student in Brussels and had had some problems passing some of the exams in the spring. So after the retake sessions in August were finished, I set off on the Thalys to Paris to work as a nanny and brush up on my French. And ooh lala, was I going to have a fabulous time.
My room in the 16th arrondissement, was a 7th floor walk up, right on the top floor. It was a former 'chambre de bonne' which means that butlers and maids used to live here. It wasn't quite like the Ritz Hotel in Paris, but it was all very bohemian and Parisian. And when balancing on a stool and sticking my head out of the skylight, I could even see the tip of the Eiffel Tower. It was also just around the corner of the Trocadero which offered a fantastic view of the Eiffel Tower that didn't require a balancing act. As soon as I settled into my new home, that's exactly where I went.
As I was taking in the beautiful sight of Eiffel's magnificent piece of work, I received a call from the school in Brussels telling me that I had massively flunked my French tests in the retake session. Of course I couldn't help but cry. I was bawling, unstoppable I was.
It must have been a strange sight: This young Dutch girl, watching the iconic Parisian construction, overcome with emotions and tears gushing down her cheeks.
Fact is that the Trocadero complex is the best place to view the Eiffel Tower, but I bet it never had that kind of effect on any tourist visiting Paris. That's for sure.
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