We started our day after a bit of a sleep in and with a touch of apprehension as to how dodgy the place was going to be with thieves etc. We walked to our local metro station and made sure our belongings were either locked away or held close and attempted to get in our first train... With no luck, apparently you get 2.5 seconds to board the train before the doors close on you and you almost get dragged along beside it, we had better luck the second time quickly jumping on and not caring who we knock down in the process lol. We were making our way to the Eiffel Tower as the weather was amazing (made me less upset about leaving London in the sunshine). I finally got my first glimpse and had a Carrie Bradshaw moment of gasping and losing my breath (didn't quiet scream but was close to it) wasn't expecting that reaction but oh my was I excited. We finally made it to our station and began the walk as I anticipated my first real sighting, we turned the corner and their she was in all her splendour. I don't know what I was expecting but she is huge and intimidating. We went for a stroll around her taking numerous photos (possibly too many) and decided to join the humongous line up to catch the lift upwards and check out the view. The line moved way more rapidly than I was expecting and before we knew it we were crammed into the lift on our way up. I was very proud of Trent as he was very calm. We disembarked from the lift and were presented with an amazing view over Paris, quite spectacular, what a beautiful city. Many more photos taken and we decide not to take the lift to the top as I don't believe it was worth the extra money just to see things from a different perspective and Trent wouldn't have coped being that high up. We decided to make our way back down and head toward the arc de triomphe, I actually missed walking, whilst we were in London it was mainly public transport. It was lovely just strolling along taking in the scenery. The arc was beautiful and again a lot bigger than I ever imagined. We then headed for a stroll down the champs de élysées which was really busy. It was such beautiful walk checking out the exterior of the museums and art galleries. Just magnificent. If I didn't need to pee so badly we could have taken a bit more time but its terrible trying to find toilets over here so we headed to the nearest metro station and were on our way to The Bastille monument, when trying to get on the train the farking French man nearest to the train entrance pushed me back which meant Trent couldn't fit on the train and by the time we realised what was happening I was on the train and Trent was not. We were just looking at each other through closed doors like stunned mullet as I pulled away and the stupid farking French man babbled to me in his stupid language and I proceeded to get angrier and more upset with each word he spoke, a young fellow got off at the next stop and said to me "welcome to France" what a wake up that was. If I didn't think the rude man had an animal inside the bag he was trying to protect I would have kicked it as I got off the train at Bastille, hope he goes home to translate some of the words I yelled at him. Thank god Trent made it to Bastille and we found each other. By this stage I was really needing to pee and was really angry so we went to a restaurant to pee and eat (not at the same time) after this we had had enough of the French people (who are rude, arrogant and self involved) and headed back to the hotel with our first French crepe with Nutella (that made it all better). Now if only we could enjoy Paris without all the French people in it. Now I'm off to work out what is on tomorrow's agenda. And hopefully it ends better than today did.