Looking out of the window and seeing the magnificent tower, I smiled as I looked forward to the continental breakfast, a walk along the Champs, maybe a trip to the Louvre later. It was going to be a fantastic holiday.
I stepped on to the street and saw the litter strewn everywhere and the early morning drinkers cracking open their cans of breakfast.
That tower wasn't the old Tour Eiffel at all.
I lit a cigarette and waited for a tram to get me out of there.
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