Photos and Text by Corey Amaro
I love riding the Ferris Wheel especially in the evening.
French Husband took the picture (above) of me running towards it… Yes I am still a child at heart. He said, "I have never been on a Ferris Wheel, have you?"
But he has been on one, I remember we rode the Ferris Wheel in Marseilles, overlooking the sea and the city, when Chelsea was a baby. Shaking my head in disbelief I responded to that man of mine, "Sometimes I wonder if you know my name!"
"Corey, I know your name."
"What is my middle name?" He looked at me with that look that says 'I am not playing your game'.
"Ferris" I offered to his silence.
The sign said:
Le Grand Roue 1900 – The Ferris Wheel 1900
50 meters high –
10,000 light bulbs or light bobs as that man of mine calls them.
36 nacelles – cars.
It takes 10 trucks to transport it.
Weighs 90 tons.
The Ferris Wheel over looked the city of Avignon. The Palais des Papes seem to bud and bloom as the Ferris Wheel took us up over the walled city. In the distance Pont d'Avignon, and the city's lights flickering. So romantic…. until that man of mine STOOD UP and rocked our Nacelle!
The ride cost five euro a piece. I wanted to keep the plastic tokens.
Years ago when I was eighteen I took my two cousins (I was their babysitter) to ride the Ferris Wheel.
The Ferris Wheel started to go around and after the second tour it sputtered, then jerked and eventually came to an abrupt halt, causing the cart to rock back and forth. As luck would have it we were stranded at the very top. Groovy. Cool. Hot Dog! I love Ferris Wheels so it should have been dreamy cozy stranded on top for nearly an hour. Except that my cousins were babies! Shara was 15 months old, and her sister Natasha was three.
Fun is not what I had.
Scared doesn't even begin to describe my feelings.
Talk about pulling tricks out of my hat, talk about singing songs constantly! Imagine trying to keep two little kids still while stranded on top of a Ferris Wheel… it is a wonder I still like the damn thing!
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