Here I am, standing on the roof of the highest building in Paris for almost 3 hours now, freezing from the winds, while tourists are trying to squeeze between me and my tripod to take a photo from my spot. It seemed like forever for the sun to go down, though when you don't want it to, it seems to just fall right out of the sky, but this day, this day it lingered.
Finally the sun had set and I was waiting excitedly to feast my eyes upon the proclaimed city of lights from the best view possible....but it still wasn't dark enough, so the waiting continued.. Then about 45 minutes after sunset, the flights began to flicker, light by light the city emerged from darkness, as if the sun had never set. It was truly beautiful and awe inspiring. I was now living the moment I had been envisioning from the first mention of going to Paris, me and my camera perched on the highest place in all of Paris, looking out upon one of the most beautiful cities this world has to offer.
After I finished up and got what I needed I spent a little time in the lounge then hit the streets again at midnight, where I actually came across another American photographer wandering the streets of Paris and whom I chatted with for a few before we went our separate ways.
I walked home that night with victory in my step.