Passion for Paris

I think if a person has ever been to Paris, the memory always stays. Other grand cities come and go but Paris is forever.
I have a lot of memories of my visit to Paris in the spring of 2002 that swirl all around in my brain but this is the one I remember vividly: We were up in the Eiffel Tower as the sun was getting low and the city was bathed in the most wonderful golden light. As it started to get darker, one by one, the lights of Paris started to come up and for just a short time the fading sunlight and the twinkling lights competed with each other. It was a moment, let me tell you.