Inked

I have been in love with Paris for as long as I can remember.  My favorite book as a young child was Madeline.  I still have my copy of it from 1954.  I have only actually been there once to visit, although I have flown through CDG a few times.  I'm hoping that we will spend our 20th anniversary there next March.  I have been contemplating a new tattoo for a while.  I have a 30 year old ladybug on my hip, but I will spare you that sight.  It took me a while to decide what image I wanted indelibly etched on my aging body, but once I had the idea of the Eiffel Tower, I couldn't get it out of my head.  I have been motivated to do the tattoo thing this year.  I usually donate blood every three months, but you can't donate for a year after getting inked.  I learned that I can't donate this year because we traveled to India last November, so I thought this would be a perfect time.  Last weekend we were visiting our kids in Minneapolis and there is a tattoo parlor very near my daughter's house that she and my son-in-law have both patronized.  So with at little encouragement from her and assurance from my husband that he wouldn't divorce me, I got this work of art by Miss Kitty on my right ankle.  It's a little bigger than I had originally envisioned, but she was able to get remarkably fine detail into it.  What do you think?