La Tour Eiffel; you are a beauty. Tall, slim, incredible bone structure, and feet planted firmly on the ground, your pretty head skims the clouds with lofty dreams that resonate with all your star struck onlookers. You are French through and through.
And I, one of your international fans, have travelled all the way from Dubai, to be reacquainted with you. After all, it has been 18 years since I saw you last. But this time I attend you not as a poor university student, but come bearing a child. Seahorse shall know from these pictures just how glad the sight of you makes me.