Instead of fighting the massive crowds at the Champ de Mars in front of the Eiffel Tower to see the fireworks, we happily accepted an invitation to dine and drink on the roof of our friend Philippe's apartment in the 2e arrondissement.
After climbing up all seven flights of stairs, we then continued to climb, up a rickety ladder through an open skylight and onto the roof. Now, this wasn't any fancy terrasse, it was literally a roof, that was probably not designed for entertaining 30-odd people. But the views were fantatstic, and the trip to the bathroom an adventure after more than one glass of wine. The twins had cleverly rigged up three electric barbeques, threading the cords down through Philippe's window, and everyone enjoyed a bbq of sausages and brochettes. When it finally got dark around 10:30 the fireworks could be seen at the Eiffel tower, and afterward, when the sun set, we made ourselves comfortable, enjoying the view over the rooftops of this fabulous city.
The view
the way up
Seriously, I left my skinny arms in TO.
Sometimes I have too much fun trying to figure out the settings on the camera. I took a lot of blurry photos that night.
The token fireworks shots
maxing and relaxing
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