The Man gifted me a painting featuring the Eiffel tower six years ago. We saw and fell in love with that painting in Lucca, Italy, during the Summer that I recovered from a disrupted first pregnancy, both my parents-in-law died and I became pregnant again. The result of that pregnancy stood at the foot of the Eiffel tower today, in awe of the height of the real thing. Rather more impressive than the black and white painting in our living room that she also loves.