We went to the Eiffel Tower today. I wanted to go to the top. Jonathan was willing, though not, I suspect, enthusiastic. I can't say that I was particularly enthusiastic, to be honest. The temperature was cold, the winds made its effects colder. The crowds were... well, crowds, which meant lines. We waited in the tickets line, I played Pokemon Go, Jonathan waited patiently. We waited in the elevator line, I played Pokemon Go, Jonathan waited patiently. We made it to the lower level, and met yet another line. I was hungry, Jonathan was patient. We left.
But not before I managed to convince Jonathan to find the center with me.
God, I love this man.