Dragging on her Gauloise, she turns her platinum head towards the sun. Ahh. And there it was, the sunset perfectly framing the iconic structure as she drained the last of her Coca Light. What a view. After a year and a half in Paris and more than a dozen trips past le tour Eiffel on her vespa, the sight still took her breath away.
Fumbling in her jumbo cream Chanel bag, she grabbed her old-school polaroid and snapped a few shots for her oh-so hipster friends back in Sydney. Wouldnt they be positively puce with envy, she thought to herself with a smile.
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