I just had this urge to go and see her

Parisians never look at her, never think about her and most of them have actually never visited her. However, she stands still there, through winds and rainstorms and looks at us constantly. When you look at her, you realize she's not very pretty, her brownish raincoat scares some and her height seems useless. "Her" because she is a she in French. The Eiffel Tower is a woman. La Dame de Fer.

Like all Parisians, I never think about - The Iron Lady - I know she's there, but she feels more like an old grandmother put there for the pleasure of tour buses. But sometimes, I don't know why, I get this urge to go and see her. And I just have to go right-away! I don't do anything when I visit her, I just look at how ugly she is from a distance but how gorgeous and refined she actually is when you stand underneath her with her lace-work dress on. Nobody really knows what she's doing there, she just is there. Not seeing her anymore would make Paris look like a flat pancake deprived of its only phallic symbol.
Yesterday was a bank holiday (some obscure religious Holy Mary event) and I benefitted from the rain to go and shelter under her dress and take a few obscene pictures.