The best part about my drive home is seeing the Eiffel Tower welcome me back to Paris. I come around a corner of A15 and there it is in the distance, all lit up in its French glory. It makes me smile every day.
Usually I lose sight of it as I refocus on traffic, but today I was sitting at a stoplight on a bridge over the Seine and I saw it again, this time closer. And it was sparkling. I literally whooped with excitement.
I just told this story to Dave and he took me to the bedroom window. You can see the Eiffel Tower spotlight swing overhead! He thinks that the top apartments in our building have a view. I bet their rent is a lot higher, too.
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