If you are a regular reader of this little blog then it will be no surprise to you that I adore the Eiffel Tower. The love affair started when I first visited, aged seven, and saw the majestic structure rising above the beautiful rooftops of Paris. One of my favourite things about this city is the paradoxical nature of the buildings. Nothing in Paris is particularly tall, bar the obvious Tour Eiffel and the monstrosity that is the Tour Montparnasse but don’t get me started on that. Yet every lovely building lining the boulevards are four, five, six floors. I myself have the pleasure of living at the top of a six storey building and (except for the lack of lift and one hundred and five stairs) I love it. Plus my thighs are already toning and I will be grateful for it in May! Anyway, back to the Eiffel. When my father was visiting last week we decided it was time to climb up and see the view. Well I say climb, we got the lift. I have over one hundred stairs to climb everyday, I deserve a break once in a while right?