...wonderful view from the top. I got two pictures. It’s the dickens of a climb to the top because its pitch dark and you have to guess where the next step is. Several times I ran into people coming down that I didn’t see. Then I walked over to the Eiffel Tower and after getting to the first platform I didn’t see any place to get a ticket for the next one as I couldn’t say it in French. I missed two cars while I was thinking what to say. At last I went up to a French and remarked “Je desire un billet pour le seconde étage.” He sprang from his seat as if he had been shot and led me to another man who was fearfully sour, but at last consented to give me a ticket. I got the rest of the way alright and down again...