🪶 For a while when I was a little girl, my pops drove a Bristol. He would throw me in the back and take me everywhere with him. On the way back from the south of France one summer, we stopped in Paris coz I wanted to visit the Eiffel Tower. When we reached the first floor, my dad reeling from vertigo, buckled, dropped and had to crawl out of the lift while I went to find the guard to help us down. I hope the views are good from wherever you are “up there”. See you at the top 🪶