Arc de Triomphe - 27/12/19

This morning, we took the tram. Mum had found out about one fully automatised route which drove along the north bank of the Seine. This was, of course, ideal for our purposes, for a large amount of Parisian attractions are near the Seine. One of these attractions was the Arc de Triomphe. This was built by Napoleon in the 19th century to act as a sort of war memorial, to commemorate all of his won battles. At first there was a bit of confusion because Niklas needed to go to the toilet and Mum went with him, and then we lost the two of them. But we found each other and we paid a small fee to actually go up the stairs to the top. Here we enjoyed the view and took a bunch of selfies. Then the time came to leave, and Mum told me to "go down and wait for me there". I later learnt she was going to the toilet. So I went down, all the way down, to the ground again. And there I waited. And waited. And waited. And she didn't come down, and nor did Niklas or Dad. So I went to a member of staff who was making sure nobody went against the one-way stairwell, and told her I had lost Mum and Dad. She walkie-talkied some other staff, who took me up a special staff elevator. Mum had been in the long line for the toilet while I went down, and by "go down", she had meant for me to go down one storey to the shop, where the toilets were. Unfortunately, as I went up the elevator, Mum (and Dad and Niklas) were just going down the stairs. But because of the infallible walkie-talkie, some staff found Mum and sent me to her.
After that adventure, we wanted to have a look at the Eiffel Tower. So we walked over, but there was really nothing too exciting, because there was extreme security around it and it only looked good if you were inside the security. We went on to a small cafe which we found in the backstreets near the Eiffel Tower and had lunch there. Then we walked to the Invalide area, which centres around the Invaliden Dome, Napoleon's burial site. Near the Invaliden Dome was a large bridge with beautiful statues and street lights, so me and Dad, being photographers, waited around for the lights to go on. And we were right in waiting. The lights were beautiful. The Eiffel Tower, which you could see from the bridge, put on this cool light display with lots and lots of flashing lights. One would almost believe the French had never heard of epilepsy.