Taking in my surroundings as I sit inside a cab in Paris, I look ahead. I see a partial view of a tall, dark spindle inching above the horizon. Prior research revealed that our accommodations were achingly close to one of the most iconic symbols of the city. Yet, I couldn’t quite believe that we were this close. The iron giant grew larger as the car swerved through swelling traffic, impatient horns blaring sporadically through the hustle and bustle. The icon I have loved for so long patiently waits for me to see it in person making my first trip to Paris a fantastic experience.