The waiter at George (top of the Centre Pompidou in Paris) did laugh a bit when we acted like tourists (which we by the way were), when we got up in the middle of our champagne to admire the blinking lights at the Eiffel Tower.
Normally I would have felt like an over the top tourist. But it was just a perfect way to end a day in Paris.
I used to made an effort to try to blend in with the locals, but I have discovered there's something joyful in following the crowds especially, when it comes to bars in high places.
Spots and places don't just become tourist attractions for nothing. And there is something truly magical about sunset, cocktails and a view of a city.
I thought about the Paris trip the other day when I found my self on a terrace at Tate Modern overlooking the Thames and the odd mixture of buildings in London skyline on the other side. Sipping wine in the company of fun and interesting people. On the way there we even had a pit stop drink on the 8th floor at Oxo Tower.
So despite my vertigo I am now aiming for the heights.
I just have one rule. Never look down.
P.s. Will soon be testing the new roof top bar at Conran's Boundary!
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