Walking In Paris -- That Damn Tower

First, a math lesson. They never taught me this in school (not that I went to many classes anyway) but apparently 25 years of marriage is the algebraic equivalent of 10 days in Paris. And since equations must always balance, you can't have one without the other. Leastways, that's the way Mary explained it to me. So we did some walking in Paris. First stop, Eiffel's Tower, home of the world's biggest fish fry


(William Morris, 1834-96, British poet, designer, artist, and typographer was one of the founders of the Arts and Crafts movement.)

During Morris’s last visit to Paris he spent much of his time in the restaurant of the Eiffel Tower, either eating or writing. When a friend observed that he must be much impressed with the tower to spend so much time there, he retorted, “Impressed!? I remain here because it is the only place in Paris where I can avoid seeing the damn thing.”

—The Little Brown Book of Anecdotes, 1985, ed. Clifton Fadiman, p. 413

As Morris noted, it is difficult to avoid that "damn tower" as we took to calling it.

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NB: No, Jon is not wearing a beret--he has been wearing his chef hat for over 3 years (and even removing it sometimes when he showers).






































































Upon first arriving at the tower, you will be offered a key chain for 1 Euro. As you proceed under the tower and through to the other side the price quickly drops to 2 for 1 Euro and finally 3 for a Euro among the more desperate sellers of gimcracks. By day 4, when walking past Notre Dame, the price was 5 per Euro.














We could not get the shot we wanted because they are doing some reconstruction work and have a big ole tarp strung across the middle. Maybe next time...

















































Would you like some tush with your tower?

















It's actually much smaller than the French make it out to be.