The sun is kissing my face, the wind is lightly blowing my hair, and I can’t believe how lucky I am. I’m on the Eiffel Tower. ON THE EIFFEL TOWER! Cool, huh? And it looks just like it does in Epcot!
Yes, I’m aware that sounds dumb, and no, I didn’t say it out loud.
But really. It looks exactly like its replica. Except it’s ten times bigger. And it took us four hours to get up here since the line for the elevator was out of control. Next time I’ll just climb it.
Anyway. The city is laid out before me like a French Monopoly board. Little cafés and bicycles and small boxy cars line the streets and the air smells like warm bread. I could stay up here forever. From this height I’m not afraid of anything. Except falling.
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A Nice Fling is Hard to Find
Teen FictionLindsay is on a summer teen tour to France and she's determined to have a fling before she comes home. And not with a fellow American. No, she's only considering boys with foreign accents. Will she find her Jacques or Jean-Claude who will look deep...
