Atop the Arc de Triomphe
I have a weakness for panoramas, there isn’t anything quite like a little height to help you appreciate the enormity of a city and put life into perspective. There is something particularly special about the view from atop the Arc de Triomphe; the symmetry of an already ordered city is highlighted by the twelve avenues which uncurl from the roundabout below. I could spend hours watching the world go by from such a height and no matter how many minutes pass, it always seems as though my life is frozen in time and the world is simply spinning around me. I find myself hypnotised by the vehicles circling the chaotic roundabout below where seemingly no road rules are practiced, or at least the cacophony of car horns would indicate so.