After repeating five times "There's no way you are getting me up on that thing," and protesting that it was too late, it was after midnight, didn't we have emails to respond to (and even whipping out her Blackberry with serious intent), I convinced my very patient friend Leila to just get on the damn Ferris Wheel at Concorde. Perfect timing, the Tour Eiffel did its little "a whole passel of fireflies just landed on me" thing.
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