Saturday, March 3rd: first steps into Dubai madness
Late start after a good night's sleep, and after admiring the view again—this time in daylight—we had to shake the girls awake to grab breakfast before 10 a.m.





We decided to have breakfast at the hotel to save time. We got dressed for summer—well, not me. I put my travel jeans back on and borrowed a T-shirt from Franck. Today’s priority: SHOPPING!! But Laura showed up in the mandatory mini-short/tank top combo for the beach. "Uh, I don’t think that’s gonna fly here, sweetie!" Of course, being a rebellious teen, she told me off in style. "Just try it, you’ll see!" And sure enough, all eyes were on her as soon as we stepped into the elevator. We went back up right after breakfast (on the terrace between the buildings), and she finally agreed to put on something a bit more appropriate for the region!
Don’t panic too much about clothing here! We really didn’t know what to pack, unsure about the level of tolerance. But honestly, you see all kinds of things—even worse than Lolo’s mini-short/tank top. In those cases, though, you’ve got to be ready for some *very* intense stares! At the entrance of some public places, it’s written: knees and shoulders must be covered or you risk a fine. So, short is okay, but not *too* short, and no deep cleavage—bring a shirt or a shawl to cover up. On the beach, bikinis are the norm, and we even saw some *almost* thongs! But swimming in clothes is forbidden.
Ready to tackle our day, we headed to the Dubai Mall, a massive shopping center (and more) about 1.5 km from our hotel. I asked the concierge if we could walk there, which triggered a hearty laugh. "No, ma’am, it’s too dangerous—you’d have to cross the highway!" And let me tell you, highways here aren’t a joke! So, we got the car and braved the traffic. About 15 minutes later, we arrived at the famous mall with its multiple parking entrances—all free!
We parked without any issues, especially since the cars here are so big that the spaces are extra wide. Then we dove into the mall. (Here’s a little tip: don’t just note your parking spot number—write down the name of the parking lot and the floor! There are even machines that give you a ticket with all the info, but we didn’t see them.)
We wandered through the massive aisles lined with hundreds of stores from all over the world. I picked up some "essentials" (which Air France will reimburse me for)—underwear, a swimsuit, T-shirts. Prices are the same as in France, so no major splurges!


What makes this mall special are its out-of-this-world spaces, like its massive waterfall.


Its ice rink.

And its aquarium.

You can visit the aquarium, but with the entry price, we settled for the impressive façade. Not sure the inside is worth it after everything else we’ve seen...
After walking through the endless aisles, fatigue and hunger started to set in. Since we had to come back later to go up the Burj Khalifa, we decided to head back to the hotel for a little rest after grabbing some groceries at a small market we’d spotted near the parking exit. That is, if we could *find* the parking lot! We wandered around, trying to remember which stores we’d seen when we arrived. We tried one direction but ended up in the metro corridors. We backtracked a few times before finally finding our car. Moral of the story: write down *all* the info!
Picnic in the room, a quick laundry load while we headed to the pool, then a dip and some lounging on the rooftop parking lot where the hotel pool is.


We’d booked tickets to go up the tower for 5:30 p.m. We had to be there 30 minutes early, and they’re *very* strict about the time. We left the hotel around 4:30 p.m. This time, we knew the way and the parking lot (which was busier than in the morning). But... where’s the exit?! I asked a security guard, who pointed me in a direction and said it was at the end on the right. Okay, we walked to the end of the gallery, exited, and found ourselves at the foot of the fountains and their beautiful blue basin.

We kept going right, along the promenade, picked up the pace a bit, but still no entrance in sight. The Burj Khalifa was right there—we even walked halfway around it—but nothing was marked. I started to get a little worried. Finally, we spotted an entrance at the back of the tower, but a guard stopped me and explained that it was... where we’d just come from. Ugh! We turned around and ran back. It was 5:15 p.m., we were hot, thirsty, and our legs were killing us. We had a bad feeling about this! We arrived at the mall door at 5:28 p.m., still no signs, but I saw people rushing behind some construction barriers—victory, that was it! 5:30 p.m., we were in line. I crossed my fingers. 5:32 p.m., we finally made it to the counter—and we were let in! I think the off-season saved us because I’d read that people had been turned away for being just a few minutes late!!

In the hallways leading to the elevators, there were photos explaining the project and the construction, but honestly, after our wild sprint, we barely paid attention—especially since there was no wait. Finally, the elevators! In 17 seconds with no sense of acceleration, we were on the 125th floor! And wow, the view—despite the slight haze from pollution—you could see the sea, the desert, the city, and its crazy roads.



You can go down to the 124th floor, where the terrace is open, so you can take photos without the glass reflections. The advantage of this time slot is seeing the sunset. If you linger a bit, you can also see the nighttime panorama, but everyone wanted to go back down by then. From our hotel, we had a view of the Burj Khalifa, so we headed back to the base of the tower just in time to see the light show on the building and then the fountain show synchronized with the music.

We found a Turkish restaurant by the basin where we could enjoy the show while feasting.

Getting back to the hotel was a bit tricky because of construction messing with the GPS. In the end, we took a 15 km detour for a little nighttime city tour.