Having just spent the past two weeks in France, I got to see first hand some of the origins of Steampunk, a close and ever popular category of science fiction. The menu shot is from the 155 metre high restaurant on the second level of the Eiffel Tower (shown at night), aptly called: The Jules Verne, one of the granddaddy authors of sci fi. You are surrounded by the steel meshwork of this 1889 marvel that rivals the Nautilus in its technological scope, and the huge flywheels that transport its elevators are spinning just beyond your table. Don’t ask what the fare costs. Oh, and smart me gapes at the 360 degree view from the restaurant and wonders: Gee, where’s the Eiffel Tower?
Then there’s the mechanical contraption photoed in the town of Giverny, which boasts more, apparently than Monet’s lilly pond and lush garden (worth their own visit). And finally, the twittering fountains outside the equally fanciful Pompidou Centre, my favorite that sexy pair of hissing lips. You can double click on the images, I hope, to get enlargements.
Hey, this is living science fiction, isn’t it?