When I did finally make it to the Eiffel Tour, I found it crowded with tourists from all over Europe and Asia. I heard so many different languages: Arabic, German, Russian, Chinese, Korean, you name it! Globalization at it's best? My cold Christmas jog back along the Seine brought on the starkly contrasting feeling of solidarity with local hardcore athletes who were also running along the river alone. Church bells all over town were ringing and a half moon hung in the day sky, making this particular Parisian morning just a tad more magical.
I grabbed a mushroom and emmental cheese crepe from a vendor outside the Pompidou on my way home and made it back in time to skype with my family Christmas morning.