No visit to Paris is complete without whizzing by the Eiffel Tower. Or better still, going up the Eiffel Tower. I visited on a very wet Sunday. The rain kept pouring down, eased off, then bucketed down again. I thought I was in New Zealand for a moment. Mon dieu! I had no time to go up the Eiffel Tower, having just hot-footed it from Jim Morrison (so to speak).

Despite very wet shoes, I saw a side of Paris I’ve never seen. I’ve only ever visited this city when it’s bright and shiny. Frankly, I think the rain and overcast skies gave the open latticework of the metal on the tower a glinting strength. It looked dramatic and powerful.