Breathe fresh air. Check. Snap some pics. Check. Look for Mont Blanc. Check. Time to go back down. The idea of climbing down on the cable car morphs into the absolute certainty that the wind will knock my bubble down and I will free fall and crash onto the river below. I can't swim. Quickly I discard the bubble as a means of transportation down the hill. Instead, I walk the path to the rear of the Bastille for almost an hour and find fantastic little places such as a memorial to the soldiers who fought in WWII and a monument commemorating the 60th anniversary of the liberation of Grenoble in 1944. I also stumble upon abandoned tunnels, old tree houses and a fantastic arch called Jardin des Dauphins. All hidden gems that I would have missed if I had been courageous enough to take the cable car down.