Paris Proposal - Katie Martin

The summer of 2010 marked my first trip to Paris. My grandmother had kindly offered to take my older sister Molly and I to all the sites and hip boutiques the beautiful city had to offer. Every restaurant had the most amazing food, and I even tried escargots or snails after my grandmother insisted it was a vital part in a France trip. The many cathedrals had intricate stained glass windows that brought in color to each church. Since I am afraid of heights, I was not looking forward to seeing the Eiffel Tower, unlike Molly and my grandmother, however it turned out to be the highlight of my trip.
We went at the perfect time when the sun was just beginning to go down and a sunset appeared. While waiting in line to enter the glass-walled elevators, I became very anxious, but luckily we were packed in and I was not able to see us rising to the mid-section. At the mid-section we had to load another smaller elevator to go to the very top, the part I had to be persuaded into doing. I closed my eyes the whole trip up and to my surprise, it was not nearly as scary as I had believed it would be on top. The hot hair on the ground had been replaced by cold wind due to the high altitude.
As my sister and I were looking out at the vast city, a man got down on one knee and proposed to his girlfriend. She cried and everyone clapped at the man's romanticism. In this moment, I understood the true intrigue of Paris. It is the perfect place to find love and made me so excited to be proposed to in another unique way. Paris truly is the city of love.