Around the Natural History museum were dozens of kids riding skateboards and drinking beer. Drinking in public is permitted in Paris, however it is frowned upon as being “lower class” — if you can afford to drink on a patio, you do.
Much like a lighthouse, two bright spotlights spin at the top of the tower. Upon closer inspection, I learned that it isn’t just a pair of spinning lights, but a series that are mounted along the circumference of the top. The lights hand-off to each other to emulate a spinning light.
It’s no wonder Paris is called the City of Light. In the evening, it’s remarkably beautiful. The next and final night of our trip was spent cruising the Seine and listening to a tour guide’s poor translation into English of what we were seeing. After the boat turned around and hugged the opposite side of the river, the guide failed to switch “on the left” to “on the right” and many of the tourists craned their necks in vain to see monuments that were on other side.