Le Troc

I grew up watching old movies on TV. Betty Davis, Ann Sheridan, Cary Grant, David Niven. I loved them all. Still do. So when I first heard "Trocadero," it was the name of a nightclub in New York in an old movie. Men in tuxedos would dance effortlessly with women in long satin gowns. Everyone smoked cigarettes, and life was good.

So imagine my surprise when the concierge at the hotel, when asked for a recommendation for a restaurant our last night in Paris, said Muse de l'homme, Trocadero. And she booked us a table in the msueum cafe with a view of the Eiffel Tower.

Now here was a whole section of Paris that I hadn't explored. The 16th, I think. And we did have a spot-on spectacular view of the Tour Eiffel from the restaurant at the Musee de l'home, Trocadero. As the sun set and the City of Light lighted up, the Eiffel Tower sparkled. It sparkled every few minutes. Real sparkles. I don't have any idea how they do that. Maybe fiber optics. I just know that it was sparkly. Most of Paris is sparkly, come to think of it.

One lady I know was so entranced by the sparkling Eiffel Tower that she strpped off a curb and broke her foot.

That's sparkly!

And the Eiffel Tower at night really does look like this, right from the restaurant at the Muse de l'homme, Trocadero.

Vive la France!