I really didn’t want to go to the Eiffel Tower on March 14. But, I had read that there was to be a “race” of vintage cars starting there. There was no sign of them. I saw some convertible Jags with union jacks covering them which were a tour company. The drivers had no idea what I was talking about. So, here I was.
“Hand Tint Duotone” d’Eiffel