Paris la nuit

The Eiffel Tower stabbed at a midnight as blue as an old Muddy Waters track. From a distance, its lace-iron skeleton looked like a slick and oily spider-web crowned with a glittering neon diamond. (My Grandmère's home is across the street from it). “Do you want to go climb it?” I’d asked Peter (my bf). “Naah,” he’d replied, “too crowded - what’s next?” We’ve been tourist-ing all of the big Paris sights. As we night cruised the Seine, the rivière looked dark and perilous - a phthalo-green snake slithering north westerly at six times the speed of the Nile. We took a guided tour of the Louvre - it’s a crowded fortress and you can’t see the Mona Lisa up close. We day-toured the palace at Versailles, with its ghosts of past grandeurs and revolutionary, royal beheadings. The Arc de Triomphe is just an unsafe round-about. As we Uber’d around it, I turned to Peter saying, “Joke time: What’s more dangerous: a shark or an American driver in a Paris traffic circle?” . . Paris la nuit = Paris at night Muddy Waters was a singer and musician - a delta blues man considered the "father of Chicago blues." Chicago blues was electrified, hard driving and drum backed. The Rolling Stones took their name from one of his songs. He was the original “Hoochie Coochie Man."