"So what?" I hear you ask.
Well, the thing was, I needed to photograph the fountains from the top of the Eiffel Tower in order to claim another of the virtual geocaches in the city. Jacqui agreed to keep me company after our visit to see Penn & Teller (awesome show ... truly magical, highly recommended), while the rest of our group took a separate taxi back to the hotel.
Late night traffic was heavy and it was a slow drive to the Paris Hotel but there was no queue at the ticket desk to ascend the tower lift. A cheesy souvenir photographer delayed our arrival at the base of the tower where there was a short wait for the tiny lift, guarded by a wonderfully knowledgeable pensioner in red jacket with gold epaulettes. Only she would not let us into the lift! No! Some "priority" guests came up a private stair-case and were allowed to go first! Right in front of us!
We Brits know how to queue; we delight in queueing; we don't like queue jumpers! However we Brits aren't that great at complaining, so we just stood there and rolled our eyes. That'll teach 'em!!
We finally squashed into the lift and made our way towards the top. We caught glimpses of the illuminated fountains through the girders when suddenly we heard loud bangs ... gunshots? ... cannons? ... fireworks? Our lift operator cheerfully informed us that this signalled the last fountain show of the evening, it now being midnight! What? How could that be? Midnight isn't late?
We had a wonderful view of the fountains, duly photographed to claim the geocache, but they weren't actually spraying any water!!!
My page is based on this month's sketch over at Sketchbook365 and the remnants of my November Counterfeit Kit match the colours from UKScrappers' Simple Recipes challenge this month.