Not my photo!

James is in Paris, well he’s actually an hour or so outside, but managed a detour before dinner this evening to place a tick off his bucket list. Seems very strange, that despite all his travels, he has never seen the Eiffel Tower before, especially when Paris is my favourite city and I’ve visited several times! 

No idea why I got teary this evening, just memories probably. B and I were in Paris when the Berlin Wall came down. We were in hotel lobby, waiting for a taxi when B caught sight of the tv on the wall. He spoke no French, but it needed no translation, and we watched in amazement!