This is a brass Eiffel Tower I got at Restoration Hardware the year my mom and I went to Paris--An 2000. When I suggested we go, she hesitated. She had never flown in a plane, let alone a transatlantic flight. At which point, I was like "Are you CRAZY? It's PARIS!" She got over any fear of flying, particularly when we had a bottle of wine in the air. We went for about five days, and it was great. (At this point, I can forget that I couldn't sleep because she was snoring in our tiny room in the eaves of a small hotel on the Left Bank.) It was nice too that it was also my first trip to the Eternal City. (I had been to France in college, but only the south.) Now that I realize it's been 8+ years, I think it's time to go back! Oui!