When I asked Theo what he most wanted to do in our European vacation (or Epic Vacation, as he calls it) he said, without a pause, "See the Eiffel Tower." So we did.
Theo was finished with lines by then so we walked down the stairs from the second level, which is really quite high. My calves still feel it. Theo, however, figured out how to ski down the little flat part on the edge of the stair while holding the railing. When men, struggling for breath as they climbed to the second level (the ticket is a few euros cheaper if you walk up to that level) would see him sliding down they would grin as if remembering when they were boys.
So here are a few untouched photos from Tour Eiffel, as Theo now calls it (the French version.)